He found him at the substation's east entrance, sitting on the concrete step with his forearms resting on his knees and his eyes open.
Not looking at anything specific. The quality of attention Otieno brought to open spaces was different from the quality he brought to conversations or to the baseline sessions with Dayo. In open spaces he had a distributed awareness — not unfocused but not fixed. Reading everything at the same time rather than reading one thing.
Hunter sat down beside him on the step.
They sat for a moment without speaking. The western industrial belt ran its afternoon around them. Freight vehicles on the access road. A fabrication plant two blocks east cycling through a maintenance interval, the specific rhythm of equipment pausing and resuming that Hunter had learned t
