Chapter 22

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After they’d gotten some chicken wraps and drinks, Harris followed Jude through the streets, up to the Place Jacques-Cartier. There, a crowd of people were gathered around a man who was putting on a show juggling flames. Harris slowed down a little, recognizing the performer. Yes, he’d seen him before. From across the square, and through a tongue of fire, the man looked at Harris, but when their eyes met, the man looked away. They’d known each other on the streets a long time ago, and clearly, the flame thrower didn’t want to acknowledge Harris.

Suddenly embarrassed, Harris kept walking, but Jude turned his head to get one last look at the man. “He seemed to know you,” he said. “The way he looked at you.”

“Yeah, we met before.” Harris walked a little faster. “He used to practice his act around us when I was squatting in an old building on Saint-André Street.”

“And you didn’t wanna talk to him?” Jude walked faster too, keeping up with Harris’s long strides.