Mara found me the next morning.
I was outside on Pell Lane getting some air. Just ten minutes. The warehouse was warm and close and I had been inside it for most of two days and my body needed sky even if the sky it was getting was grey and cold and not particularly generous about it.
I was standing on the pavement with my hands in my coat pockets looking at nothing in particular when she appeared at the end of the street on foot. She walked toward me with the direct unhurried pace of someone who knew exactly where she was going and had already decided how the conversation was going to start.
She stopped beside me.
"You are getting air," she said.
"I am getting air," I said.
She looked up at the grey sky briefly. Then at the street. Then she leaned against the wall beside me and cros
