The guards waited until Vera reached the crowded part of the market.
Barnaby saw the lead man’s hand settle on the warrant before he heard her name.
“Vera Kest. Collection authority. You will accompany us.”
She stopped beside a basket of ordered fittings.
Customers turned. A seller drew his small daughter behind the counter without making a sound. The market kept moving at its edges while the center became an audience.
Barnaby landed on the nearest empty rail.
“The destination and transfer time,” he said.
The guard looked at him, then at the receiving reference hanging from his folder.
