‘We have been looking for three weeks.’ The governor scowled. ‘Not knowing, in the very least, who or what we are looking for, a spook, ghost, or a needle in a haystack. And what are the results? A few of my men have disappeared without a trace, likely killed by rebels or a vagrant. I’ll say it again, coroner, if we have not found your girl, we will not find her. Even if she was here, which I doubt. Unless…’
The governor stopped, pondered, looking askance at the coroner.
‘That girl… The seventh that rides with the Rats.’ Kalous dismissively waved his hand, trying to make his gesture come out convincingly.
‘No, Governor. Do not look for easy solutions. The girl described or any other girl adorned with brocade is surely, not the girl we want. It’s definitely not her. Continue the searc
