... In the morning, he received a text.

It was not through his government address, or his personal. It was sent to an account so old it did not bear his name- merely his social services identification code. He had not used this account in nearly a decade. The text was encrypted and required a retinal scan.

It read, quite simply:

the park

There were a number of parks in this division of Hesperia. But if it was someone who knew that address, then there was only one that it could be.

" I'm going out," he told Nova, who was still curled up half-asleep on the too-small bed. He only made a small sound of disapproval in response.

William showered, dressed inconspicuously, and left.

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