Sam began to fear that paranoia was overtaking him. His landlord might be watching him, but the man didn’t have the initiative to follow a tenant. He would sell any information he could, but he wouldn’t bestir himself to seek it out. And the scavenger was just an old bum, maybe even a survivor of the reeducation camps. If so, he deserved Sam’s sympathy and pity more than his suspicion. Still, Sam was glad he was carrying all his important goods with him. One couldn’t be too careful in a strange city. The landlord might not follow tenants to spy on them, but Sam didn’t think him above entering an apartment and helping himself to anything lying around loose.