EIGHTEEN
Shrewesdale
SUMMER 963 MC
Arnim halted his horse, staring off at the distant city of Shrewesdale.
Nikki pulled up beside him. "Well,” she asked, ”how do you want to proceed?"
"I think it best if we split up," he replied. "We'll enter together, but I'll spread the men out throughout the city while you make some discreet enquiries."
"You think they might try to flee?" she asked.
"I wouldn't put it past them. Heward said there were a total of twelve witnesses to the orders, not including himself. Eight of those died either before or during the war. That leaves only four. I imagine they're a pretty tight bunch. If they get wind we're after them, we might lose them. All you have to do is identify them. We know their names, but we need faces, or they'll slip through the gates."
