Nyx
Tavin's next instruction was waiting when she reached the desk.
He held it between two dirty fingers, careful not to touch the seal.
"Same hours," he said. "Different cases. I asked them to confirm the pay."
Nyx looked at the issue reference before reading the route. An ordinary festival delivery sheet. It sent him to the upper stores on the morning of the blessing, with replacement lamp parts to be collected through a commercial receiving office.
The address matched the office she had left.
She asked the desk clerk to let the warden see it.
Tavin's face changed.
"Again?"
"This time, I know something you need to hear."
They moved to the end of the public counter. Nyx kept the clerk and the warden within reach. She didn't need to make the boy more frightened by taking him into an empty room.
