Chapter 5

           

           TheskywasthetextureofoldsilverandthelightswerecomingonacrossBayCitybythetimeBancroft’schauffeurgotmebacktotown.Wespiralledinfromtheseaoveranancientsuspensionbridgethecolourofrust,andinamongsttheheaped-upbuildingsofapeninsulahillatmorethanadvisablespeed.Curtisthechauffeurwasstillsmartingfromhissummarydetainmentbythepolice.He’donlybeenoutofarrestacoupleofhourswhenBancroftaskedhimtorunmeback,andhe’dbeensullenanduncommunicativeonthejourney.Hewasamuscularyoungmanwhoseboyishgoodlookslentthemselveswelltobrooding.MyguesswasthatemployeesofLaurensBancroftwereunusedtogovernmentminionsinterruptingtheirduties.

           Ididn’tcomplain.Myownmoodwasn’tfaroffmatchingthechauffeur’s.ImagesofSarah’sdeathkeptcreepingintomymind.Ithadonlyhappenedlastnight.Subjectively.

           Webrakedintheskyoverawidethoroughfare,sharplyenoughforsomeoneaboveustobroadcastanoutragedproximitysquawkintothelimousine’scomset.Curtiscutoffthesignalwithaslapofonehandacrosstheconsoleandhisfacetilteduptoglowerdangerouslythroughtheroofwindow.Wesettleddownintotheflowofgroundtrafficwithaslightbumpandimmediatelymadealeftintoanarrowerstreet.Istartedtotakeaninterestinwhatwasoutside.

           There’sasamenesstostreetlife.

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