Nari marched the thief across the Sixth's freight court with his bound wrists tucked firmly under her elbow.
"The buyer expects one person, you know," he muttered, eyeing the crates stacked along the loading dock.
"He gets one person," Nari purred, ears flicking toward the street gate, "plus the very pretty girl who arrested you."
"Your sister arrested me."
"My sister chased you, and chasing is just fancy jogging, so the arrest is officially mine."
A crackle came through the seal in her ear, and Rumi's voice followed it with zero patience.
"I heard that, the public exit's clear, so try not to die while stealing my credit."
'Two days of cake and speeches, and finally somebody wants to buy stolen paper.'
The court was a square of cracked flagstones, ringed by loading docks, crane posts and wagons parked for the night. Earlier that morning she walked every corner, chalking four marks where her pins would need sound, unbroken stone beneath them.
