Chapter Three
Tennea and Sergeant Workman followed the mayor’s butler through the mayor’s front hall and out into the garden atrium. The mayor sat in a wicker chair in the shade of a palm tree, a glass of beer in his right hand and a compress held to his cheek with his left. He was a big man, probably powerful once but now fleshy. The fleshiness probably sprang from habits like drinking beer in the morning, Tennea noticed with disapproval. The man’s hair was flaxen streaked with blue, and his brow was furrowed with pain and distaste.
“Ednis, mayor of Dangritown,” the butler announced. “May I announce…these people.”
“They didn’t tell you their names?” the mayor snapped at the butler. He pulled the compress away from his cheek to talk, and Tennea saw a deep red mark on his cheek. He eyed
