Cobblestones awash in early morning lights. Vespar hovers by the Fogged Mirror's doors, his cap tilted against the drizzle.

Cobblestones awash in early morning lights. Vespar hovers by the Fogged Mirror's doors, his cap tilted against the drizzle.

"Surprise backup." He smiles and raps the 'CLOSED' sign. "Good. Crime scene's here."

"What do we have?"

"Failure to serve before nine." He checks his watch. "Six more minutes, then I say we go in and ask questions."

"As long as schnapps is involved."

"If you insist." He offers a wry smile. "But I am here for work. Ugly pelota game last night. Couple stabbings."

Work justifies presence; any liquor is incidental.

"One of the regulars will talk." He nods towards the doors. "Why are you out and about?"

Six hours in the back of a tuk-tuk, watching a bordello's comings and goings, cupping smokes to hide the glow. The boy working the door forced smiles through smeared lipstick. Twelve, you figured. Maybe younger.

"Long night as well."

"That seals it. I'm taking you in -- for your own good."

The doors opened. You and Vespar walk in with shared purpose.

"I'm your backup, aren't I?"

"Always the woman for the job."

"Bit early for drinks, isn't it?"

"Been at it since yesterday." He offers a wry smile. "Tying off one last thing. Ugly pelota game last night. Couple stabbings."

I don't need this. (Dispel the memory.)

Your old friend's reflection dissolves in a nearby puddle.