13
WE HAD ENTERED what looked like a guest apartment and, by the crunch of grit under my boots, it hadn’t been used for some time.
I put my helmet down on a bench against the wall and turned off the air. It was pretty hot inside, but I’d better conserve the cool air for when I really needed it. Things weren’t exactly going to plan.
A steady thrum against the windows indicated that it was pouring.
“I wonder what this much rain does to the buildings.”
“It’s not been good,” Veyada said. “It does a lot of damage to stone and metal structures. The first drops are always the worst.”
I looked out of the window, which offered a view over the city.
“Those noises we heard, was that Asha and his disturbance?” It was on the bold side asking him this, and he had no reason to tell me. This could
