Chapter Twenty-One
The Taxútnta set down in a cracked parking lot in front of a modest single-story building.
Both the hanzi and the English on the side read Golden Rooster.
Other flitters filled the parking lot, and all looked expensive and rather new compared to the simple, worn building. The restaurant’s tinted windows denied any view of the inside. That wasn’t unique to restaurants in either the Shadow Zone or Uptown, but combined with the out-of-place cars, it was suspicious.
Jia frowned. “It looks like we found the right place unless the food here is spectacular.” She looked above them to see if anything was closing in on them. “Here’s to hoping.”
Erik chuckled. “You never know. I’m always on the lookout for a new place, although I doubt there will be any great beignets at a…” H
