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WELL, THAT WAS certainly interesting.
I contacted Reida. “Change of plan. Do you think you could meet us at the ferry yard soon?”
“I’m just crossing the bridge right now,” he said. “If you’re at the ferry yard, I could almost see you. I can see the roof of that big shed that’s in the middle of the place.”
“We’re outside the gate. We’ll wait until you get here,” I told him.
He clicked off and we waited. There was no one in the street, and all the surrounding buildings were dark, being industrial warehouses where no one lived.
I asked Deyu about her studies, and then I asked her about her family. Her father had recently moved out of his furniture business in Eighth Circle, so that he could concentrate on his politics. Deyu had a half sister who lived with her father and had been, ric
