At 2:00 AM, the kid behind the counter looked like he was vibrating from too much caffeine and not enough sleep. Lina Rossi, lost in an oversized canvas coat, stood by the humming fridges, poking at a row of soggy sandwiches."City’s a gutter in this rain, huh?" Lina grunted, her voice a low, gravelly rasp. She tossed an egg salad sandwich onto the counter."Tell me about it," the kid muttered, dragging the barcode over the scanner. Beep. "Basement flooded twice this week. Two bucks.""Keep the change. Get some real coffee," Lina said, her eyes drifting to the rain-streaked window."Appreciate it." The kid yawned, his attention already back on a muted variety show flickering on the wall-mounted TV.Lina leaned against the glass door, peeling the plastic off her sandwich. A hundred yards away, the Pier 7 entrance was a fortress of razor wire and black concrete. Through the downpour, two pairs of guards in heavy raincoats intersected, their flashlight beams cutting through the dark.One
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