16 Talrun
Esteka had something I really wanted to know: who ordered the Daqtarian hospital worker to poison Mossara.
I had no idea how she knew this—she was the tech genius of our group, so she had her ways—but the suspense was killing me.
I did my usual customary knock on Imdar’s front door, then scanned to let myself in. She and Imdar were sitting at his table, and I lowered myself to a cushion next to them.
“It’s the Mordanians,” she said, her eyes wide with the thrill of her discovery. “Can you believe it? Everything’s coming together…”
There it was—the final, missing piece we needed to understand this. Of course, the Mordanians wanted her dead, so they’d tried to off her while she was at the hospital, somewhere it’d be more plausible. I didn’t know what their plan was for the act
