She’s in no hurry. She lets her in, with a gesture to the picnic table in Kiryu’s walled yard. It’s mostly sand, with a verge of flower garden to support the little beehive tucked against one wall. There’s a very large dog on the porch, square-muzzled and gray spotted, who lifts her head to give Shaw a critical look. The hen scratching in one corner cares much less.

“Do you want coffee? Tea?” Taylor asks, her expression blank but with worried eyes.