He waited, hoping desperately that the trick would work. She felt his prying, tremulous hands on.
- IN THE STREETS OF VINEGAR HILL!
- The Mind Dish.
- !
The blond-haired man waited until he was gone, then removed a digital pager from his belt and pushed a few buttons. There were five hundred or more sullen impatient people jamming against one another, trying to surge through the bottleneck of barriers ahead that the police had erected outside this branch of ho-pak.
A gelid wind blew in his mind.