I pulled up to the curb and idled for a second. I was getting into that dump one way or another, but how to do so without the whistler noticing me? I could park the next street over and come through the back....
There might be more witnesses on that side. Maybe the rooftops? Was it dark enough for that kind of thing? "Hey, lady," the whistler called to me. I rolled the passenger window down as if I couldn't hear him. The man laid his paper aside, and his clothes surprised me, now that I could see them.
Under his long ragged duster, he was a little too well dressed. There was no breeze to give Low Price Hermes Kelly scent, but the sheen Page 369 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, on his dark red shirt looked like silk.
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