Somewhere during Bleeds Well’s day, he’s approached by a furtive looking kid. Maybe he’s working a construction job, or grabbing a drink in a corner store. Maybe he’s just walking the pack’s territory. In any event, the kid approaches him with no small amount of trepidation. He looks and smells like the street, like he needs an actual bed to sleep in and a nice, long shower.
Clearly trying, and failing, to be brave, the kid hands Bleeds a folded piece of paper and says, simply, “Mr. Bird asked me to give this to you.” Then, he’s gone; turning on his heel and taking off at top speed, quickly disappearing around a corner, or into an alley. Lost in the streets.
The paper, once unfolded, contains only the following message in messy block letters:
511 Alisal Lane, Eggplant Alley side. [Date and time.] -B.
When Bleeds Well arrives at the specified location, it’s early evening and the day is pleasantly cooling. The house he finds is obviously vacant, painted a fading yellow and set far back from the street. No lights are burning. Some windows are boarded up, a few are exposed, but broken. The dilapidated structure is fast becoming a vague outline of itself in the gloaming.
There’s a gate onto the alley, slightly ajar, and an overgrown yard within. Several trees grow along the fence, partially obscuring the house itself.
Standing in front of this little plot, quickly going to seed, Bleeds Well will see what might be a man-shape, possibly seated, under one of the trees in the yard. If he’s unsure, all doubt is dispelled when Fa-ninna softly whistles. It sounds like a bird singing its last song of the evening, but the Rahu knows better.
This is the place.