21
Kaira sat where she was, frozen in place by the sight of the guns. Cursing herself for falling into the trap.
“I’d like to thank you all,” said Faresh. “You’re going to make us a lot of money at the right markets.”
“I don’t understand,” said a man who was sat near to Kaira. “Where’s Jess?”
Kaira shook her head. He was slow on the uptake. Or maybe he just couldn’t face the truth.
Baxter chuckled.
“Drasp,” he said. “Please answer the man. Where is Jess?”
Drasp replied, his voice distorted by the helmet he wore.
“Jess? Jess has been dead for a thousand years!”
Baxter chuckled again.
“There’s your answer!” he said.
The man who’d asked sat there still struggling to understand, mouth flopping open and closed but no sound coming out.
“Jess has been dead for a thousand years
