Chapter 5
At eight on the dot Sunday morning, Davie raised his hand to knock on Ran’s door, hesitated, and then did after telling himself to grow a pair. A moment later, the door opened and Ran let him in.
Looking around, Davie said nervously, “Nice place.”
Ran snorted. “If you like basic comfort. I’m not big on decorating.” He nodded to the sofa, which had utilitarian brown cushions on a stainless steel frame. The armchair across from it looked a hell of a lot more comfortable but Davie wasn’t going to argue—especially when Ran sat in it. Davie perched on the edge of the sofa, watching Ran.
“Okay, first things first,” Ran said. “I’ve already told you about the protections we’ve set up on the Encampment, so we don’t have to go over them again unless you have any questions.”
“Not that
