It is a far different journey to Genki's warehouse in the daytime. And much harder to coordinate with so many people to keep together. Beckett looks exhausted by the time the guarded door to the building comes into view. He's spent the entire time running back and forth from small pocket to little group. I understand his reasoning. Keeping everyone together would be foolish. There are only perhaps a dozen not counting Poppy, who stays with me, but such a large number is almost impossible to hide as one.
He doesn't look at me when he approaches the two guards. I don't like his pinched look and I'm sure he hates it more. The guards observe him with reduced respect, and I'm sure it's because of his obvious and visible loss of status.
"We're here to talk to Genki about joining you." The word
