The inspection team was parked outside a commercial building on the northwest edge of the industrial zone when Hunter arrived.
Two state authority vehicles. An inspector standing at the building's entrance talking on a phone. A compliance officer writing in a notebook by the second vehicle.
And on the pavement beside the first vehicle, sitting on the curb with her arms resting on her knees and her face turned toward the street, a woman Hunter had not met before.
She was twenty-seven. Slight build. Dark skin with the specific texture of someone who had spent nine months under artificial light with limited sun exposure — not unhealthy, just distinctly interior. Her hair was pulled back without attention to appearance, the way it was pulled back by someone who had spent nine months where a
