Yeah, it's him, Lazarus confirmed. Okay, Mary. The house was locked, but the rear door could be forced. Can't have 'em getting coffin fever.
Help yourself. He tossed me a perfunctory God-keep-you, pushed ahead of me and headed for the lift to the taxicab platform while I was still getting my pass stamped. I've attracted too much attention already. Traffic was light and I managed to get off the road and hide each time for the first hour.
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