Lindsey was usually two places, since arriving in the City: home or the library. Alright, three. The other was the office.
But cases about Angel's lackeys notwithstanding, Lindsey had walked away from his life as a lawyer. He loved practicing, but if he was going to have to contend with a big... THING... like Wolfram and Hart again, and this time fight it, well... there were times he wasn't going to give it the full Lindsey McDonald psychotic amount of devoted attention.
This last week was one of those times.
He was spending his time at the library trying to find out more about the City, who it took, why it took them, if people ever left, any patterns he might be able to find.
He didn't know anyone here, really, but Fred and his weirdo secretary. He really hoped that when the bell rang, it wasn't the secretary. That was the last thing he needed.
Lindsey looked through the hole in the door, saw Zee, arched both eyebrows, and undid the lock.
This wasn't a place he'd choose to live. The apartment door was just on top of the stairs. There wasn't a hallway; the front door was like a the front door of a house. It was a lot like a New York brownstone. The place was nice, it just wasn't secure enough for someone like Lindsey.
He gave her a slight smile once the door was open.
"If you had any idea how difficult I am to find, you'd be pattin' yourself on the back right about now," Lindsey said. He nodded his head toward the interior. "Come on in."