Pausing to buy a dog with the works and wolf it down, Thumbs chuckled at the sight. They’d get no real money for the clothing, but it was good practice for them. Best schooling a young troll could get these days. This was his third stop on the way to his doss in Riverside. The first had been to recover some credsticks stashed moments before the Lone Stars nabbed him. Wonder of wonders, the sticks were still there waiting for him. Next had been to turn the stolen nuyen into untraceable Carib League dollars and there too he encountered good fortune.