Zero History

“I’d hate to run into anyone like that,” said Heidi, looking at Inchmale. “I don’t think I
could handle it.”
Hollis’s iPhone rang, in the left pocket of her Hounds jacket. “Hello?”
“Are you in the bar?” Garreth asked.
“Yes. What are ‘curly stays’?”
“What?”
“ ‘Curly stays.’ Pep said.”
“Forks. Front and rear. On a Hetchins frame, they’re recurved.”
“Okay.”
“Can you go out front for me and watch for a van? It says ‘Slow Foods’ on the side.”
“ ‘Slow Foods’?”
“Yes. Just have a look at it for me.”
“For what?”
“If you think it looks right.”
“What’s right?”
“If it’s reasonable-looking. Whether or not you’d notice it, remember it.”
“I think I might remember what it says.”
“I don’t mind that, actually,” said Garreth. “It’s the plain white ones people imagine are
watching them.”