Chapter 19“Just imagine." Quincy reached for his mug of beer. "War Willow himself on a killing spree. Murdering his own brothers and sisters in cold blood."
"That wasn't War," said Hannahlee. "That wasn't Sabre Torrent."
Quincy downed the last swig of his beer and crashed the mug down on the bar. "You should know. He's your brother." Quincy belched. "When did you say was the last time you talked to him, by the way?"
"I don't remember." Hannahlee sighed. "But that's irrelevant. Sabre's voice is distinctive, even written or filtered through a computer. I'd recognize him anywhere. Not to mention he'd never hurt a fly."
Quincy drew a dark brown Dr. Grabow pipe from a pocket of his black-and-red leather vest and slid the stem between his teeth. Then, he drew a monocle from his
