Ten minutes later she returned, followed by a short, obese individual who sank down on a chair and regarded Griffin with pale, dead eyes. "Got yourself a Retread friend, huh?" he said to the girl, jerking a fat thumb at Griffin.
She nodded tensely, and looked at Griffin. "Tell him what you want."
Griffin told him. The fat man listened. Then he said, "Rough. That's Government records. It'll take time."
"We've got no time," the girl snapped.
"Then it'll take money." His pale eyes flicked up to the girl. "You financing?"
"I'm financing."
"All right." He rubbed his chin with a greasy finger. "How much time can you give me?"
"About twelve hours. There's a flight leaving at ten tonight. I've got to be on it."
The fat man hoisted himself out of the chair. "Relax," he said. "You got a long wait." Then he was gone in a breath of stale air.