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David skulked along Cable Street, north of East Smithfield and The Highway. It had taken all of Marianne’s powers of persuasion to get him to leave his room, and even now he was in half a mind whether to keep going or turn around and go back to the hotel. Was it merely curiosity, or was it some bizarre masochistic desire to keep hearing bad news that was keeping him moving forward tonight? Had Omar really been saved by Taylor, or was it just some smartass f*****g with them? Finding reliable, verifiable answers to anything was all but impossible these days.
The sun was starting to set. After almost losing his life when he’d been caught in the breach at the end of Thomas More Street around this time of day, he didn’t want to be out here long. He was looking anxiously around every corner
