WREN
I left for work earlier than usual that morning, so the market was still half asleep when I got there. Most of the stalls were still closed, and the few people who were there stood in small groups, talking quietly amongst themselves.
Before I even reached my usual spot, I caught bits of their conversation.
"...turned out he wasn't even telling the full truth..."
"...mother's fine. Perfectly fine. Doesn't even know her son's been smuggling..."
I started walking slowly, letting myself listen without making it obvious I was listening.
The men Briggs had sent had come back with the truth that the smuggler's mother wasn't sick at all. She was alive, well, and had no idea her son had been moving goods illegally to keep himself fed. The whole story he'd given Briggs had been a lie, des
