Dash watched as Sal left the restaurant. He used his first name so rarely now that Roberto sounded strange to him. Struggling to cope with Dozer’s death he had decided to keep himself busy by checking on a potential business partner. Dozer would have disapproved of course, lecturing him on avoiding danger, but Dozer was gone.
Dash had been tracking Sovon for several days without finding anything unusual. Until Sal turned up. Something there didn’t add up. He’d told Sal the truth. He would have tried to save her even without his interest in Sovon. Her tale had been interesting, but not particularly unique. What was interesting was her friend tracking her down. Dash had been watching everyone who entered or left the restaurant. Elizabeth had walked in and headed straight for thei
