Chapter 23Dawn’s golden light filtered through his shades, and weary, but calm, Jude sat on his bed, still dressed in last night’s jeans and black sweater, staring at the phone in his hand. Then he raised his gaze to the shoe box in the open closet.
After hanging up with Harris, he’d walked home. He’d followed Sherbrooke Street all the way into the McGill Ghetto. Traversing the vacant commercial district, he’d walked alongside the empty skyscrapers, and they’d stood watching over him like giant steel gods. The city had slept while he’d walked, his mind chewing away at the last years’ events, until everything had become crystal clear. The first sun’s rays had touched the top floors of the highest buildings, and as he’d walked up University street, passing the Music Conservatory, he’d felt
