"Frag off or I’ll suck you in and blow you out in bubbles, you brainwipe," she spat out, sending him scuttling off in the direction of one of Carrag’s pomotoriums. On her way down to Indra’s, Kristen must have wandered closer than she’d intended to the edge of Cape Town’s red light district. But now Indra’s could wait. Something was about to go down right here. Every one of her instincts was screaming at her. The air was almost unbearably still, ear-splittingly quiet. And even on such a rainy night there should have been more people on the streets. It was almost as if some trid director had given orders to clear the streets.