- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
In café booths on station platforms, looking at tracks but never moving, the Fingerprint Men will be there, tracing.
“I shall keep this brief,” I said to myself, “I shall do as I’m told.”
The sun arrived, short-sleeved, and a white car slid by. Everything looked Californian for a second.
“I just wanted to touch base,” he said. “It seems to be moving in the right direction.”
Racing the rats, or heading towards the circus, the Fingerprint Men will be there, cheating on their wives, and smiling.