Drev's hand shook writing the first line, and Ottilie made him start over.
"Steady," she said. "If it looks rushed, he'll smell something wrong in it."
They sat in the grain store's back room past midnight, a single candle between them, Drev working through three drafts before Ottilie was satisfied with the tone.
"West flank's undermanned," Drev read aloud, checking the wording against what Kane had given him. "Fighters pulled to reinforce the east road after the last fight. Rigging on that side's incomplete. Best access before end of week."
"That's close enough to true it won't read as bait," Ottilie said. "Good."
Kane leaned against the doorframe, watching. "How does it usually get to him."
"Dead drop," Drev said. "South road marker, half mile out. He collects it himself or sends s
