Her foot came down on a piece of garbage.
Keli pressed her lips together, shaking her head in revulsion. This car is filthy, she thought, leaning over to pick it up. Honestly, man, do you just never bother to clean up back here?
In her hand, she held a tiny slip of paper with Earth script printed on it. She could not make sense of the text, but it was clearly a list of something. Perhaps a bill of sale from one of the boutiques that lined the sidewalk.
“You from out of town?” the driver asked.
Do not give him an answer, Keli told herself. His job is to drive you, not to indulge in conversation. Men such as this should learn their place.
Some time later, they came to a small white building nestled between two apartment complexes that were much taller. There was nothing striking about t
