Most people were crammed into the kitchen, but Rob was sitting in one of the front rooms with Gil, Leo and Phil, the files spread in front of them, deep in conversation. Alma handed Sam back his sheaf of papers and strode into the room, sitting on the floor and completing the circle. ...
The sky was overcast, a weak sun struggled to penetrate the clouds, and an icy wind was getting in practice for winter by whipping around exposed ankles and knees. The streets were crowded with shoppers and the buzz of conversations mixed with the roar of traffic, the yells of the market vendors,...