Chapter 129

To see them together they looked like the photocopier, an accountant and a desk clerk of a branch office on their way to sales convention. They didn't stick out like a sore thumb. A dark small man, a middle-aged white man, and a the one wearing sensible Birken-stocks despite the city pavement heat, the sort of millennial who tries to be cool. And all of them wore a bored, harassed expression that city dwellers are born with. No one would think they didn't belong here. One of them carried a satchel, fixing his time every now and then. They all looked like normal pedestrians, except three pairs of eyes were set on an old man. Maybe sixty, medium height, bulky. A doctor would've called him on the heavier side- after the BMI calculation but really his muscles had aged gracefully holding onto some fat. Light gray pants, wide at the top, narrow at the bottom, off white shirt with open collar, no jacket. The three men following him, not to his knowledge, weren't surprised he didn't wear a j