The all-night shop was an All Hours, a dark, quiet little place, that combined a convenience store with a sit-down food service area. They were the only customers at the tables. Markowitz made a selection at the counters and put something down in front of Andy. Andy didn’t even look at the plate, but he did wrap his hands around the cup of steaming soykaf. His hands felt cold despite the sultry night. Markowitz didn’t bother with his food either. Instead, he took something out of his pocket and began turning it over and over in his hands. Despite his mood, Andy was curious. "What’s that?"