Chapter 17

“Well, we got out of that bind. Where do we go from here? I have a feeling the master here has just changed and the new one will be less friendly and also harder to con than Mendoza was.”

“Same real master, but just a higher level of local overlord. Mendoza threw his considerable weight around when he thought he was riding high, but I saw times he spoke on the phone or a messenger delivered something when he went pale and sweated like a whore in church.”

Darzul paced the confines of his quarters, thinking hard and fast. Ren watched, with growing impatience evident in his face and posture. “Come on…we need to think of something and not take all day about it.”