Byron's business seemed to be thriving. While Kaden sat and ate, a steady stream of customers came and went.
From behind the stall, Byron looked every bit the part of a hardworking street vendor, wearing an apron and expertly grilling skewers. There wasn't the slightest hint that he had any ties to the arms trade.
Kaden glanced at the other vendors nearby, wondering if they, too, had hidden lives. In Pechlon City, no one was ever as simple as they seemed.
When the market finally wound down, Byron packed up his stall and gestured for Kaden to follow. Kaden helped fold up a few stools and tables before climbing into Byron's small truck.
Back at the shop, Byron pulled down the rolling shutter and yanked off his apron. "Wait here," he said, disappearing behind a curtain.
Kaden leaned agai
