Ross' frown furrowed deeper. Refolding both papers, he thrust them back into his tunic.
It took him an hour to find satisfactory two-room quarters.
The deciding factor in his choice, it finally turned out, was that one place offered bars on the bedroom window.
Then that was done. Once again, Ross moved out into the streets ... checked a com-call reel in the nearest store.
Zoltan Prenzz' address was less than ten minutes' walk away.
Two doors from Prenzz' number, Ross paused in the shadows. Warily, he searched the street.
Now a man appeared, moving too casually down the other side.
Ross watched him till he was out of sight. Then, pivoting, he proceeded to Prenzz' address.
No light showed. After a moment's hesitation, Ross knocked.