“And now you are... what? An almost-queen?” he asked, taking the meat of a crab leg with a little fork. How did he know that? Kinza glanced around at the people sitting at the surrounding tables. “Don’t worry,” he said. “No one can hear us in here, and the closest tables are my security. We can speak freely.”
“Yes, I suppose. Not quite queen but almost.” She set down the piece of bread she had ripped off. “I’m sorry, I was told you had no idea what had been going on the last few weeks?”
Mr. Clark had a small smile as he slurped down the contents of an oyster. After he swallowed, he said, “These are delicious, yes? I find myself coming here at least twice a week. The food is always fresh. And to answer your question, I do have my ways of obtaining information if needed. It’s highly unusua
