Lincoln gets up and dresses. He thinks it’s going to be a long day. So far he hasn’t figured out where to start inquiring about this “Merchandiser” man. His first thought is to try the bus station in Gongabu and work out from there, hitting Thamel toward evening. But first he has to take care of a few errands, such as getting a haircut, a shave, and some appropriate clothing, along with a glitzier watch.
Smiling, he looks at the five-thousand-dollar Abyss Chronograph sitting on the table beside him. “Sorry guy, gotta leave you here today.” He steps into his boots and laces them up. He’ll have to replace these, too, and his feet are already complaining at the thought of being stuffed into a pair of oxfords, that is, if he can find a pair. Palisha has pointed him to a few shops in Lalitpur
