Toulouse, two blocks off Bourbon, was absolutely deserted at this hour. Still, she expected company. He came around the corner a block away and started to head toward her. She knew he could have appeared at any time; he could have surprised her. Instead, he wanted her to see him coming. It seemed he wanted her to feel safe. Which was unnecessary—if she cared about feeling safe, she wouldn’t have caught his attention. He limped ever so slightly, one leg just a bit shorter than the other. His face was unremarkable, his body perhaps a bit under average in size and build. His clothes were cheap, just a bit dirty, and of muted colors. As he stepped up to her, she couldn’t help but smirk. His eyes narrowed as he caught her expression. “You think you are clever, don’t you?” “Of course I do, George,” Mai said. George straightened and before Mai’s eyes he became a different person.
