Chapter 3Javi sat on a bench in the space port. It was not at its busiest at this time, deep into the small hours of the morning. But there were still people about. Some slept, huddled in coats on benches and seats, using luggage as pillows. So Javi should be able to get away with sleeping here without attracting the attention of a cop. He’d simply be another passenger waiting for a delayed shuttle flight.
He snuggled into a rather ill-fitting, too-big coat he’d swiped on his way out of the shanty town. All the main entrances to the town were blocked or guarded, but Javi knew a dozen other ways in and out that were deserted and quiet. So, grabbing some left-behind clothes as he went, he emerged from a back door of a ramshackle building that had been there for all his twenty-four years and
