Liam looked at me, shaking his head. Did he see the panic in my eyes? “Let’s go.”
Matching his pace, I continued inspecting my surroundings.
Halah was making her way down the stairs to Lower Post Alley. I almost called out a warning to the other woman when I noticed there was a tear in her package. A tentacle, or was it called tentacle . . . whatever . . . was hanging out. The fish vender must not have sealed up the squid well enough. The piece oozed free, splatting onto the steps. Another followed a couple of steps below the other and clung to the edge. A third fell a bit further down. The woman walked on, unaware she was leaving her dinner behind on the stairs.
Liam prodded me in the side with his elbow and drew my attention to a group of jovial friends gathered near the sign pointing
