At first Andrew didn’t move. He just looked at the seat next to him as though he were searching for advice from someone who wasn’t there. Then, without a great deal of hesitation, he followed the man into the next car. The janitor was sitting with his back toward the door. Whistling.
Andrew decided the old man was crazy. Who else would be riding a BART train at 12:30 in the morning and asking strangers to follow them? he thought to himself. But then again, who’s following this guy around a dark train?
Maybe it was because he was tired; maybe because he was desperate for something to distract him. For whatever reason, Andrew walked up to the man and took the seat across from him.
Before Andrew could speak, the old ...