At the Cafe on the rooftop of the art school where Caydance taught, the view across the City to the Bay was spectacular. Lunchtime was an hour in between the morning and the afternoon of her six hour studio class; the Cafe's soup and salad combo was a goto lunch. At noon on Tuesday, October 16, 1989, outdoors at the rooftop cafe, Caydance was sitting with her brother. "A man with long greasy red hair showed up on Sido's doorstep with a strong-arm offer to buy the Music Box Book of Hours."

"If that was Mackie Alarie, Mexico is not where we should be looking. Ever since he showed up with two thugs at the Sports Bar where -- for Griff, Harvey, and Abigail Adams -- you were waiting alone, it has been my suspicion that he is probably hiding in plain sight. Somewhere in the Bay Area. But why did he reveal himself to you and Sido?"

"He is telling us that he is nearby, and we are not safe. He wants us know that we are within his reach."

"Wherever you or Sido are, you can expect more undercover foot traffic. 'Pavement artists' in the language of my colleagues."