"Increased risk. Increased opportunity. This one comes at an inopportune time, but then they do seem to. Here we are." He’d stopped in front of a narrow Soho shopfront, one whose austerely minimalist signage announced TANKY & TOJO in brushed aluminum capitals. She looked in the window. An antique tailor’s dummy, kitted out in waxed cotton, tweed, corduroy, harness leather.