A cluster of tea shops and grocery stores stood at the far end, festooned with bright neon signs in Chinese. Dark clouds scudded across the sky, whipping scraps of paper and leaves off the sidewalk. There was a distant roll of thunder. A storm was coming. O’Shaughnessy paused at the entrance of the deserted lane, and Nora stopped beside him. She shivered, with both fear and cold. She could see him peering up and down the sidewalk, eyes alert for any sign of danger, any possibility that they had been followed. “Number ninety-nine is in the middle of the block,” he said in a low voice. “That brownstone, there.” Nora followed the indicated direction with her eyes. It was a narrow building like all the others: a three-story structure of dirty green brick. “Sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” O’Shaughnessy asked. Nora swallowed. “I think it’d be better if you stayed here and watched the street.”
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