“Cassandra’s travelling, Sergeant,” Matthew met the trooper’s eyes.
“There seem to be a lot of new people here,” Romero commented, lifting the mug of coffee to his lips, watching Matthew over the rim of it.
“There are a lot of members of The Programme, officer; we move around a lot.”
“Let’s see - Christopher, I remember, and another man, unusual name?”
“Paimon. They’ve both left Hammer Reach.”
“As well?”
“As well? Oh..as well as Cassandra. Yes, you could say so.”
“Together?”
“Is that really any of your business?”
“Just making conversation, sir,” Romero held up a hand in the universal gesture of pacification.
Matthew drummed his fingers on the table impatiently. He had much to do. There were still many members who had, under Cassandra, gone wrong and with whom he had to deal, whom
