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Leaving the shop, Rodin felt his screen buzz. A message from the old man, via Mallos. Same rendezvous as before, same time of day.
He had a few hours to spare, so he hung around the area, keeping an eye on the building next to the shop. Over the space of half an hour, a couple of young women and one young man entered, all looking ready for a night out—fancy clothes, hair teased and treated—but walked as if they were starting their day. They trudged up the couple of steps to the door, looking bored as they called on the door screen. None of them looked back as they entered.
Companions, without a doubt. Too fresh to have been working all night—this was the daytime shift, or at least part of it. They each left after about ten minutes, heading off in separate ways. Each, Rodi
