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The rendezvous-point the other operative had named was a street corner in another quarter of the city. Harris hired a helitaxi to take him there.
It was a nightclub district, all bright lights and brassy music. A figure leaned against the lamppost on the southeast corner of the street. Harris crossed to him. In the brightness of the streetlamp he saw the man's face: lean, lantern-jawed, solemn.