At first glance, the hotel isn’t special. The room is cramped and dirty. But it has a floor-to-ceiling window. She can look out at the bustling holographic neon wonderland of the city as she lies in bed. From this distance, it looks clean.
There are nicer ways to take in the sights, of course. But those are all traceable. They take credit, or scan ID, retinas or implants. The hotel takes cash, and even better, old jewelry.
Not at a fair rate, obviously. But she can look out at the infinite stretch of glass and steel and see them coming.

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