Sitting on a cold step in the building stairwell, Skater looked up and saw Archangel standing in the breezeway that led back to the Auburn safehouse, where they continued to stay because it was safer than lugging the corpse around. It was now 02:13:49. They’d been at the doss almost three hours since returning from Everett. Below in the streets, traffic still surged along, mostly stragglers making their way back home after the late shift or putting in an evening at their favorite watering hole.