Then Boot moved off. Neville went with him, keeping a safe distance but never losing sight of his man. He was careful to never look directly at him, just in case he turned around abruptly and spotted him. Boot’s agitation was clear, and his anxious uncertainty hung about him like a vapour. Neville inched closer, blending in seamlessly to the racks of sweet-smelling spices and lanterns that hung across the stalls, watching Boot’s nervous movements and never missing a single one.