Chapter 4

Fin made his way up four flights of dark and smelly stairs, and knocked at the designated door. It presently opened, a crack revealing part of a pale, pretty face not over clean and unmistakably tear-stained. “What you want?” she demanded sullenly. “Is Kid River home?” Fin asked pleasantly. “Nah!” she said, and made to close the door; but Fin had inserted a toe in the crack. “Aw, don’t be a crab, sister,” he said with his most insinuating grin. “I ain’t no bill collector.” The girl took another look at Fin’s mirthf…