‘You’re going after him?’ Rafai lent over the railing. The Swift tilted back on her mooring. The cloud in the distance was approaching over the lake.
‘Yes,’ Lyris replied without hesitation. The young woman shook off the weighted feeling in her shoulders and hitched her bag up.
‘How are you going to find him?’ Kit looked between them, ‘Lyris, he could be anywhere. In the city, half way down the road, dead-’
‘He won’t be dead,’ the young woman shook her head, adding more confidence than she felt to her voice, ‘he wouldn’t be worth as much to them dead, would he, Rafai?’ She looked into the Doctor’s dark eyes and he nodded.
‘I’d be surprise if Timmit was that reckless.’
‘So how are you going to do it?’ Kit pushed his hand through his close-cropped hair.
Lyris considered her options, wh
