The names on list Li Yang and Jake had received from the governor were arranged in alphabetical order. Luckily, the very first name—Aaron Adams—had an address on the very street they were on. It was called Cedar Street, and didn't feature even a single cedar tree growing alongside the road.
The house under the address on Cedar Street was a long, narrow bungalow that resembled a barracks. It didn't face the street, but a neighbouring building. The lot it was on did not have a fence. It showed no signs of agricultural activity, unlike most of the private lots Jake and Li Yang had seen so far.
Jake and Li Yang exchanged one of their total-communication glances. Jake said, for extra emphasis:
"Doesn't look too good."
Li Yang didn't answer. There was nothing to say: Jake was right. At a time when food was precious, someone who couldn't get his shit together well enough to grow a few radishes or carrots wasn't likely to be a good candidate for the New World.
