Once Trafalgar stepped back into the corridor, he already knew what he was doing next. The conversation with Vaelis had closed one part of the problem and opened another, but there was no point standing still now.
Too many things were finally beginning to connect. For the first time since arriving in Meraval, the investigation felt like it was narrowing instead of spreading, and one name had been sitting in the back of his head since the night the dome broke.
Emric Varn.
Rhavel had given it to him while bleeding out on broken brick beneath the second ring. The man who used to sign for the warehouse. Trafalgar hadn't been able to do much with the name then, but now was different.
He had barely made it halfway down the corridor before he noticed the guard behind him. The man wasn't close enough to be openly intrusive, but he stayed within sight through every turn, and the people they passed were watching Trafalgar too.
