“Guess we’re too early,” Davie said, looking at the men and women sitting or standing or leaning against the walls outside the closed side door of the church.
Vin shrugged. “Better for us. The people we’re after aren’t going to go inside to recruit workers.”
“True.”
They found a place to sit on the wall that separated the church from a house next door.
“You kids look like you’ve been sleeping rough for a while,” an older woman sitting beside them said. “Just like me.”
“Like all of us,” the man next to her put in. “The damned city needs to do something.”
“That would be admitting there’s a problem,” another man said. “It’s easier to ignore us except to make sure we don’t crash or beg where the hoity-toity people can see us.”
“Here comes the work van,” the first man said, nodding towar
