Chapter 17Pinnatte pointed. ‘Who are they, down there? And why’ve they all got their hoods forward?’
Rinter followed Pinnatte’s hand then peered through his seeing glass. ‘I’ve no idea,’ he said after a moment. ‘They’re rich, though. Look at their clothes — simple, but very expensive if I’m any judge. I doubt they even noticed tonight’s Pitside prices. As for keeping their faces hidden...’ He shrugged. ‘Some of these rich folk are a bit odd, that’s all. They don’t like their friends knowing that they come to the Pits, especially the Loose Pits — mixing with the common herd and all that. It’s not all that unusual. Why?’
‘That one there — the woman in the centre — she looked straight at me, just then.’
Rinter laughed lecherously and nudged him with his elbow. ‘Heard that some of these you
