A Short Story by Steve Himmer
That afternoon when Frank left his office, a dark green sedan was parked outside the building, two of its wheels on the sidewalk and practically touching both the NO PARKING sign and the hydrant the sign had been put there to guard. Two men sat in the car and Frank later recalled the driver had a goatee and was smoking a pipe and the other man looked younger than the gray at his temples suggested. They weren’t familiar to Frank; they didn’t look like the sort of people he knew.
