The 'LDS' spies a lady driving a grey Mercedes Benz sedan past a Starbucks. The car slows and the door opens. She shoos a baby daschund out of the passenger door into the gutter.
"Shame on you!" one of the LDS shouts as the grey sedan speeds away.
Hours of investigative detective work lead the trio to an old Chicago apartment complex. A green Volkswagen Beetle zips into the parking lot as they question security. In the evening's dying light, exploring the lifeless landings in the forest of timber staircases feels like tip-toeing through an alien landscape captured within the vacuum of an empty snow globe.
