Catt turned randomly down side streets, unsure if she was being pursued. After a few minutes, she spotted a shop on a corner with two open doors, one facing each street. She stepped inside. This would be a good place to wait. If the man caught up with her, it would be difficult for him to corner her.

The shop seemed to sell every sort of woven thing from tapestries to hammocks. Catt pretended to be browsing the wares. She had rolled up the shirt and wrapped it in a knot around her wrist.

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