AFTER ALMOST A full circuit of the strange floor, Case began worrying it didn’t even have a washroom. She’d need to try another level, hoping the elevators weren’t alarmed or set on service. And that another floor would have a freaking washroom.
She stopped. Or she could improvise.
An alcove to her right held a vase with hieroglyphics on its sides. Slightly wider at its top, the vase sat at a convenient height, a little below her waist. The vase’s lid, topped by the head of a bird, lay beside it.
With a shrug, she stepped into the alcove. Life on the streets taught practicality over modesty at an early age. Besides, it served them right. Who designed a building without washrooms?
For that matter, who designed a building with a floor like this? It was like a museum. Fader claimed the cr
