Chapter 13: Reaping the Harvest

Rhychard ran his hand through his long, obsidian hair. He winced a little from the stiff pain in his arms, not from the previous day’s attack, but rather from a full day of hauling filing cabinets across town. With Trace giving Mrs. Ivy back her money, Rhychard had to scramble to pick up work to silence his growling belly. He had called in a favor with Captain Relco, who hired him to help move old case files into storage. It wasn’t a big job, but it allowed him to eat for a couple of more days.