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Rob’s already there when Dogcatcher arrives, looking crowded on a square acre of empty roof. She slips up behind him and runs one finger down his neck; he doesn’t even jump. She’s impressed.

“You’ve got it?” he asks. She saunters in front of him, pulling the locket out of her top. It glints even in starlight.

“And you’ve got my stray,” she says.

He nods down the street. “There. The blue row house. I’ve been… watching the place.”

“You’re sure?”

“Tomorrow or the day after,” says Rob. “They all end up there eventually.”

Inside the blue row house, Maya sleeps, unaware.