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Quad Four of Yang Ten was always a lively district, neon and hol-displays blaring through the steam to advertise a garish cavalcade of girls, boys and everything in between. Some establishments eschewed the signs for the more traditional approach of displaying their goods in the window. A scaly-skinned Splice woman, complete with coiling tail and slit-eyes, leaned close to the glass to blow a kiss at me as I made my way towards the cordon of uniformed Demons. She pouted in mock regret as I replied with a respectful nod and pinned my ID to my raincoat.
I was dismayed to find Redwing at the cordon, long damp hair framing a hawk-nosed face that fully mirrored my regard. “Chief Inspector,” he said in precisely respectful tones.
“Harry.” I glanced over his shoulder at the doorway behind. T
