Chapter Eight
Food
The wind had picked up, and Fasha had forgotten to bring a sweater to ward off the chill. Regardless, she hoped it wouldn"t take long.
Despite the hour, traffic filled the streets. But the further she went into the districting section of the city, the fewer cars she encountered.
Like a beacon, the city"s stockyard and s*******r house called to her. Drew her with unerring accuracy toward dockside, and the main warehouse where all manner of cattle, poultry, lambs, and pigs were processed for the local markets. Unlike most businesses which closed up shop around ten or so, the s*******r house remained open twenty-four hours, accepting shipments of animals by land and water.
Fasha went around to the rear of the building where the workers" entrance was located, and knock
