“All the same, to me the waterfront is the most fascinating part of Riverview,” Penny declared. “You seem to know this part of town well, Ben.”
“I should. I’ve lived here for the past six months.”
“You have a room?”
“I’ll show you where I live,” Ben offered. “Wait until we reach the next corner.”
They walked on along the river docks, passing warehouses and vessels tied up at the wharves. Twice they passed guards who gazed at them with intent scrutiny. However, Ben was recognized, and with a friendly salute, the men allowed him to pass unchallenged.
“The waterfront is strictly guarded now,” the reporter told Penny. “Even so, plenty goes on here that shouldn’t.”
“Meaning?”
Ben did not answer for they had reached the corner. Beyond, on a vacant lot which Penny suspected might also be a dumping ground, stood three or four dilapidated shacks.
“See the third one,” Ben indicated. “Well, that’s my little mansion.”
“Oh, Ben!”