Chapter 8
A tickle of wind kissed the back of Maggie’s neck. “Do not freak out, Maggie Trent. You’ve been around plenty of death before. Just because these corpses are older doesn’t mean they should scare you.”
Standing with her light held high, she could see what lay beyond the brick wall. Roads lined with houses branched out in every direction. Street lamps had been lit, though their light did nothing to make the night any friendlier.
“Okay.” Maggie nodded. “Find Bertrand. That’s all I’ve got to do. Find Bertrand and tell him the Siren’s decided to use me as her personal messenger, and I’ve been sent to summon him home. And if I don’t murder him, maybe I’ll toss in the bits about the Compère and market square brawl.”
The soft soil gave under her feet as she made her way to the wall,
