Cross streets were no problem. Dal had a good sense of this neighborhood since he'd been working it for the last eight years. Since he wasn't at his building, he didn't mind rattling off the address on the building he was at either.

Even though he's been out of the rain, he's soaked and shivering violently by the time Gabriel gets there. It's a little weird watching the headlights turn down the mostly empty street, moving a slow crawl (probably so Gabriel can see the numbers on the buildings), then pulling to a stop in front of him. Weird knowing exactly who was going to be in that car and that nothing was going to be expected of him when he got inside.