a plain door in a brick building on an alley in Fort Wayne leads to the Hollow used by the court.
When you step through the door and into the Hollow you are greeted by a valet. He takes your car to a parking garage somewhere while you enjoy the amenities of the freehold. Like an old world hotel, this is a space that bespeaks wealth. Dark woods are fanciful carved and gilded in places, artwork adorns the walls and a plush carpet reduces the sound of even Hank’s footfalls to a hushed whisper.