his talk-box from empty room to empty room. The only scene that told him anything was that of the hangar, where members of the Novimagos Guard collected his men. He knew his radio transmissions were compromised; he’d heard someone call a testing pattern over his radio on the laboratory squad’s frequency.
The grimworlder signal on his tracer was much reduced. Joseph had to have killed most of the grimworlders. Still, two signals remained, one back at the Monarch Building and one . . .
Here. He scowled at the little screen. One of the grimworlders had to be keeping up with the liftship, either on the ground or in the rotorkite he’d heard.
The view on his talk-box flickered and was suddenly gone, replaced by the face of Gaby Donohue. She was dressed in archaic fashion and her hair was much longer than the last time he’d seen her.
“Goodlady Donohue. What an unexpected surprise. I see Joseph hasn’t gotten to you yet.”
“Joseph’s my friend, Duncan.”
“Not anymore. He’s already killed Harris Greene. He’ll be coming for you and Doc soon.”
He saw her turn pale. He enjoyed giving people bad news. Their reactions were usually memorable.
Her voice was faint. “You’re lying.”
“I have no reason to lie.”
Her breathing became shallow. He thought he could see hatred struggling with despair within her.
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The grimworlder signal on his tracer was much reduced. Joseph had to have killed most of the grimworlders. Still, two signals remained, one back at the Monarch Building and one . . .
Here. He scowled at the little screen. One of the grimworlders had to be keeping up with the liftship, either on the ground or in the rotorkite he’d heard.
The view on his talk-box flickered and was suddenly gone, replaced by the face of Gaby Donohue. She was dressed in archaic fashion and her hair was much longer than the last time he’d seen her.
“Goodlady Donohue. What an unexpected surprise. I see Joseph hasn’t gotten to you yet.”
“Joseph’s my friend, Duncan.”
“Not anymore. He’s already killed Harris Greene. He’ll be coming for you and Doc soon.”
He saw her turn pale. He enjoyed giving people bad news. Their reactions were usually memorable.
Her voice was faint. “You’re lying.”
“I have no reason to lie.”
Her breathing became shallow. He thought he could see hatred struggling with despair within her.
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