“Go to this address,” Gane had said, sliding a handwritten card across the table. “The firm of Washdry & Fold handles all my important business, and they’ll take care of you.”

Mina had taken the card with quite a bit of suspicion, but Gane seemed forthright enough. When the people at that number didn’t pick up, she had gone down to see them personally.

When she arrived, though, Mina was greeted by a bright orange awning over a storefront that buzzed with neon:

THE FIRM Dry Cleaners
Since 1988
Wash Dry & Fold

Mina crumpled the card, flung it into the gutter, and raised a fist to the heavens.