Will watched him leave, then glanced at Prync. The fat man supported his bulk against a wall, breathing stertorously. He swayed from side to side, shifting his weight as if neither leg would support him for very long. Sweat ran down from one temple, a rivulet gathering speed before plunging wildly into the crevasse that looped under the man’s jowls. The collar of his khaki jumpsuit was black with moisture.