Page 24 of Arrivals & Assets

“Send me the details.”

“I’ll email as soon as I hang up.”

“Great. Anything else you can tell me?”

“I’ll see what else I can get from him. He seemed annoyed about it for some reason.”

“Ugh. Well… It’s at least worth a look.”

“That’s what I thought. I’ll see you there.”

The phone went silent, and for a moment, I cursed myself for forgetting to ask about a realtor.

Then something in my chest fluttered—like it was ok.

I stood and crossed to the window. I had a great view, and as I looked out, an almost overwhelming sense that everything was about to fall into place washed over me.

As much as I wanted to work, I couldn’t seem to focus. I decided that I wanted a better idea of where I might want to live, so I spent a couple hours simply driving around the residential areas.

My heart insisted that I was home.

I pulled into a city-owned parking structure in a good area of town about twenty-to-three and met Connie at the pedestrian exit.

“It’s just down the street here,” she said as we fell into step. “It doesn’t have dedicated parking, but the city has good monthly rates for those who want a pass.”

“Good to know.”

She paused as we turned a corner. “There it is.”

I followed the line to where she was pointing, and a slow smile spread across my face.

The three-story brick warehouse had been beautifully renovated. It had a line of large windows along the street, and the upper floors also sported plenty of windows, with the ones on the third floor being arched.

Connie looked at her watch. “We’ve still got a few minutes.”

“What else can you tell me?” I asked, not wanting to tear my gaze from the door.

As if it were important somehow.

“Well… the bad news is that it’s a lease reassignment.”

“How is that bad?”

“Apparently the current tenant made several building modifications, and their broker told me that they don’t want to remove them yet. It’s been a source of contention with his own clients.”

“Do you know what those modifications are?”

“Unfortunately not. This just came across this morning, and I haven’t been inside.”

“Do you know what kind of business was here before?”

“Art insurance… I think.”

“Well, we’ll see if we can work with anything.”

Part of me worried that I was about to walk into another bank vault situation, but the building itself was already better.

“It’s time,” she said as she led me to the door.