The weather was fussy. In a twenty-five-minute span, Tilly had seen lightning bolts, sunlight, hail, and pure sky. It was annoying. More annoying than the ill-fitting Kevlar vest that loosely hung over her body. The custom-fitted vest had once been snug, but she’d lost too much weight, almost all of it from her breasts. Despite living in a city where even the deeply impoverished managed to avoid walking, Houndum demanded that all agents be intensely fit. She’d gone from running an eight-minute mile to a six-minute mile, her Coke-bottle physique melting into a tennis ball canister. She missed her bust, but it was nice to know that her body could still undergo change, could still morph.
Rick’s enthusiasm was unchanged. He drove patiently, accommodating every driver who wanted to merge, pass
