I spotted the right place in an instant. Only one apartment had its door still intact. The keys fit, and my amulets didn’t warn me of any nasty surprises waiting inside.
“Wait here,” I told my escort.
Whatever was in the apartment, it might not be for their eyes. The mythborn-made bomb in the Greenleaf Inn suggested that someone from the other side of the river might be involved, and if the rumor spread, it wouldn’t help in preserving whatever trust remained between the humanborn and the mythborn. Better to keep only Albert and Eithne privy to the information, and let them sort out any diplomatic issues.
The apartment was a mess. It seemed to have survived the war in a fairly good state, but Jonas didn’t come across as a man who liked cleanliness. Dirty clothes were scattered on the flo
