SoDo

The trip that brought them to Washington State was supposed to be the most ordinary thing in the world.

Jay needed to pick up some recycled furnace parts and a money order, about seven hundred and fifty dollars, from a company called Gensco in Seattle's SoDo industrial district.

Gordon lent Jay his bronze 1977 Ford Club Wagon van.

The plan was simple: drive down, sleep in the van near the store, pick up the parts in the morning, and drive back to Saanich the next day.

But that cup carried the DNA of a man who had been hiding in plain sight for thirty-one years.

A man who lived seven miles from where he left Jay Cook's body under a bridge near Monroe.

A man whose truck route ran past the Genco warehouse in Seattle's SoDo district, the exact place where two young Canadians were supposed to pick up furnace parts on a routine overnight trip.

A man who had no felony record, no online presence, no connection to any suspect list in any database.

Until it doesn't, like Starbucks headquarters.

"Yeah, we're gonna leave a few workers behind, a few executives behind and our, you know, our, our headquarters there in SoDo, in Seattle, um, until we don't," right? Columbia is currently headquartered in Lake Oswego, Oregon, but many of its primary offices are in Tacoma.

Okay.

Headquartered in Lake Oswego.

We're in a parking garage in Seattle.

Border of SoDo in West...

Oh, West Seattle.

Hello, I'm Cassandra.