Chapter 9: First Thursday Art Walks

Roman didn't leave Seattle immediately. He lingered in the city like a ghost.

Until the "First Thursday" Art Walk.

The galleries in Pioneer Square had flung their doors open; buskers played jazz in Occidental Park, and the crowd was bustling. Julian and I walked along the cobblestone streets, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, the dissonant roar of a motorcycle tore through the night sky.