Missing~
Nigel Willoughby
Jorendon
Nigel departed the Cabbagetown solicitor’s office a full two hundred deira lighter than when he’d arrived. Such was the price of information these days, especially if the information one sought pertained to a certain missing prophet.
Jules stirred from his long-legged repose in the solicitor’s bland little waiting parlor, his indifference feigned but convincing enough for anyone unfortunate enough to be assigned to watching the comings and goings at an establishment such as this.
“And?” Jules asked as they reached the front stoop.
“Waste of my time,” Nigel clipped his reply.
Misdirection, at best. Sharing a secret before he understood its significance gave it a chance to turn on him. He was the master of an unspoken secret and disinclined to become
