We keep walking without changing pace.
Rusthaven is still crowded. Light crosses the facades, cars pass in almost continuous intervals, and groups come out of restaurants like nobody in this city has any reason to look over their shoulder. Rhayne keeps her eyes forward while she talks quietly enough that only I can hear.
"Alone, I could lose three of them."
"So I'm dead weight?"
"No!"
"Ah…"
She ignores that.
"With you it's different. That's two people to hide, two rhythms, two silhouettes. If one of us slips, both of us show."
"Understood."
I use another shop window to track the man in the gray jacket. He's still behind us, keeping his distance and letting other people move between us. The woman stays on the far side of the avenue. The third one is still harder to confirm.
"I'm not confident I can lose all three like this," Rhayne continues.
