Saturday morning Ren's apartment held twenty people.
Hunter had not counted when it would reach twenty. He had counted after it happened and found that twenty was exactly the number the apartment could hold without anyone standing in the corridor, which felt like either planning or coincidence and he had decided it did not matter which.
They sat and stood around every available surface. The table, the chairs, the floor near the east wall where Otieno had taken a position with his back against the concrete and his forearms resting on his knees. Otieno had been at the substation every morning this week for his baseline sessions with Dayo. He did not say much in group settings. He listened with the total attention of someone processing a significant volume of new information about a situati
