“Vee,” she says curtly. “Gezoz. Are you getting used to the work?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Gezoz says, polite as always with her. “Vee is an excellent instructor.”
“Of course she is,” Grandma says. “Vee, can you get him up to the High Market without too much trouble?”
“It shouldn’t be hard,” I say. “We’ve been using the shortcut through Laundress Lane.”
“Good. Then you can both go.” She taps one finger on the desk. “There’s a place called Nirata’s, a restaurant. He’s a friend, and he’s got three people in the back he’s hiding from the Ward Guard. Find them and bring them back here.”
I get a sudden rush of anxiety. I know Grandma helps keep people from the authorities, but—“Hiding from the Ward Guard for what?”
She shakes her head. “What do you think? They’re escaping the draft, just like every
