“The man was: wrong. Not wrong in appearance — he was dressed ordinarily enough. Dark trousers, a light shirt, leather chappals that looked handmade. No bag. No briefcase. No visible technology. His face was: difficult to age. Not young, not old. The features were sharp — angular jaw, deep-set eyes that were almost black, the skin the colour of well-oiled teak. He could have been thirty-five. He could have been sixty. He had the specific agelessness of people who live outdoors, whose faces are shaped by weather rather than time.”