Neckerdam

like that?” Harris pointed to the one blue garment in the shop.
“With ease.” The tailor looked uncomfortable with Harris’ color choice, but said nothing about it.
So, half an hour later, poorer by about a third of his coins, Harris left. Three sets of jeans for Gaby, three for himself, ready within a few days; he’d have to pay the other half then.
It was just two errands, but he’d pulled them off without any of Doc’s associates leading him around by the hand, without screwing up three ways from Sunday. He smiled at the skyscrapers of Neckerdam and turned back toward the Monarch Building.

Gaby accepted Alastair’s proffered hand and stepped up out of the car. She looked dubiously at the mound of a building. “And these guys are supposed to be able to figure me out.”
Doc joined them on the sidewalk. “If anyone can.”
The building was a mountain of brick.

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