There,inadingyroadsideChinesediner,satReya.

        Sheworeafloral-printdresscompletelyunlikeherusualstyle,hunchedoverasteamingbowlofbeefnoodlesasifshehadn''teateninweeks.

        Theentirepolicedepartmenthadbeentearingthecityapartforher,plasteringmissingpostersoneverycorner,andhereshewas,slurpingnoodleslikeitwasanyordinaryafternoon.

        Junshovedthedooropen.Theownerbarelylookedupfromwipingtables."Sitwherever."

        JunwalkedstraightovertoReya''stable.

        "Reya,"hehissed,keepinghisvoicelow,"wherethehellhaveyoubeen?Doyouhaveanyideahowworriedyourdadis?He''slosinghismind."

        Theowner''sheadlifted,gossippracticallywrittenacrosshisface,ragfrozenmid-wipe.

        Reyadidn''tevenpause.TheKFChadbeenajoke—barelyanappetizer—anddigestingtwomen''sessencehadleftherravenous.Noodlesdangledfromherlipsasshegesturedlazilyattheseatacrossfromher.

        Jundraggedoutachairandsatacrossfromher.Theownershuffledover,tossedhimastickylaminatedmenu.

        HewasabouttowaveitawaywhenReyaglancedup,cheeksbulgingwithnoodles.

        "Anotherbowl,"Shemumbledaroundamouthful,brothdrippingdownherchin.

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