Chapter Six
Kriss entered the common room early the next morning to discover Andru already seated at the corner table by the window. The innkeeper motioned him over and, as he took a seat, said, “Someone broke into your room last night.”
His tone was even, but Kriss couldn’t help feeling he was being accused. He nodded, and Andru looked out the window, not exactly frowning, but certainly not smiling, either. Zendra emerged from the kitchen and winked at Kriss as she set toast and porridge on the table. Then she strode briskly away to serve a yawning offworlder who had just come down the stairs.
Andru faced Kriss again. “Why?”
“All that money I made last night, I guess.”
“There are easier ways to steal fifty feds.” Andru picked up a piece of toast, and Kriss hungrily followed his examp
