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Hanway Street, London – One Hour Later
After another beer in the pub Eli was able to ease Red Cap up the stairs and out into the street. At 8pm it was still light and still warm. Some of the after-work drinkers had dispersed but the hardened sorts, set for a long night, were still in place. Deftly, Eli guided Red Cap around a group that sprawled from pavement to street. His plan was to take Red Cap to Chinatown for a meal. If Red Cap was seeing the HR shrink, it might just be standard procedure for a bereaved employee – or it might be more sinister.
Either way, this would be the last supper for a while; Eli also figured that the agent might react better if there was some food inside of him.
The restaurant was in a side road off Leicester Square and a brusque Chinese woman with a wal
