The third day she went back to The Meridian because she had a shift. The world did not stop for illegal marriages. Mona Lick had regulars who would notice an absence, and she was not in the business of being noticed for the wrong reasons.
But first, the materials.
The address Sol had given her was a courier depot on the west side of the grey zone, the kind of facility that handled specialist deliveries and asked no questions about the contents as long as the paperwork was in order. Legitimate. Neutral. The kind of location that had been chosen by someone who understood that it needed to be somewhere she could not reasonably refuse without breaching the contract.
She went at seven in the morning when courier depots were busy and staffed by people who had been on shift since five and were
