TWELVE
“Peter.”
“Dalton.” Peter considered the man in front of him. He looked perfectly normal, absolutely healthy, and not the least bit like a revenant. “I’m delighted to see that the reports of your death are grossly exaggerated.”
Dalton’s eyebrows rose. “As am I. Who reported me dead?”
“No one you know.” He thought for a moment. “Or rather, yes, you do know her. At least, you’ve met her.”
“Who is that?”
“Kiya Mortenson. She says she saw you at the local doctor’s office.”
“Ah, did she, now?” Dalton looked thoughtful. “Kiya? Yes, I believe I do remember her. Pretty girl with red blond hair.”
“That’s her.” Peter was a bit surprised that Dalton hadn’t recognized her as a fellow Traveller. Normally, his boss was much more prescient than that, but perhaps his illness had affected him
