The diesel fumes from the massive straddle carriers were thick today, mixing with the heavy, greasy smell of low-tide salt water and wet concrete. The primary container terminal at Nice was a total labyrinth of rusted corrugated iron and massive steel boxes stacked four high against the blue sky. The heat was unforgiving by midday. It came down off the corrugated roofs in waves, cooking the pavement until the tar felt soft and sticky under a man's shoes.Diane walked along the edge of Section B with a slow, systematic stride that completely ignored the dust blowing off the gravel yard.She looked entirely untouched by the port, her eyes hidden behind those oversized sunglasses. A young terminal intern from the transit office walked half a step behind her, desperately trying to hold a massive white canvas sun umbrella over her head to shield her pale skin from the Mediterranean glare. She stayed entirely in the shade, looking cool, almost chillingly detached from the grit of the yar
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