The woman shivered again, goosebumps rising on her bare arms. Surely he should have been here by now. Reliable contact, my arse. She shrugged, ruling a line in her notebook, apparently fished from one of the many pockets. Perhaps she'd have better luck at the next site. Maybe the boy had deterred her contact. Regardless; it didn't matter now. Plenty of fish in the sea.
With a last glance at the scene unfolding in the Bar the woman known as Merissa stood, brushed a thin film of ice from her trousers, and made for the door. With any luck, the taxi wouldn't leave her waiting in the docking bay for three hours this time.
