Acting on Elam’s urging, we did not return to the garden square last night. Instead he led us to an empty building on the side of the city nearer the seaport.
It was a relatively quiet night. The only noise drifted in from the government sector where some kind of rally was transpiring.
When we passed through the area this morning the streets were littered with bottles and syringes. Not a person in sight.
Elam gathered up his group from Sy’s father’s house, and we finally persuaded him to leave with them. It will be the last.
Elijah and I checked our spot in the square. Elam guessed right. Someone paid a call last night.
Twenty two days and counting.
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