The Dells
“He was in what should have been familiar territory — when he and Joey Noseworthy had been in their early teens, they’d gone to the Biltmore movie theatre almost every Saturday for the afternoon matinee — but he didn’t recognize a thing. The Biltmore was long gone, of course, had been for some time even when Shoe had walked a beat in this area for the final months of his short career as a police officer. Everything else about the area was different too: more plastic and steel and glass, less bri...ck and stone and wood; bars and licensed restaurants in a district that had once been one of the last so-called “dry” areas of the city. Shoe parked on a side street, in the shade of a row of mature trees overlooking the deep green gash of the Humber River ravine, into which Black Creek merged a few kilometres farther south. He locked the car, and walked back two blocks to his destination. The lettering on the storefront window read “RM Printing & Reproduction, Ronald S. Mackie, Prop.,”MoreLess
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