I'm a Tourist, Got Trapped in the Shopping Mall at the Wrong Time

Garan was an unmole who moved through the world like he was a knife, looking for the place to cut. He had this disconcerting way with his eyes, linking two too many times. Garan looked at me like a butcher looks at a cut of beef. If the rumors were true and he was in the pay of Pretty Boy at sea, none of this voted well for me. I just needed to keep talking, keep him talking, one word after another until the sunlight came.