“But you’re the one saying that we should be planning,” I pointed out.
“Right,” my mentor smiled. “So we might as well get started. In absence of hard facts, we’ll have to try to second-guess them. Now, where is the Bazaar most vulnerable to Mob takeover? Tananda, have you seen … Tananda?”
She abandoned her window-gazing to focus on the discussion.
“What was that, Aahz? Sorry. I was watching that Klahd coming down the street dressed in bright purple.”
“Purple?”
Massha and I said it together.
I started to race her for the window, then changed my mind. What if I won? I didn’t want to be between the window and her mass when she finally got there. Instead, I waited until she settled into position, then eased in beside her.
“That’s him all right,” I said out loud, confirming my unvoiced thoughts. “That’s Don Bruce. Well, now we know what the Mob’s been doing. They’ve been whistling up the heavy artillery. The question is, what is he doing here at the Bazaar? When we get the answer to that, we’ll be able to plan our next move.”
“Actually, the question should be what is he doing here at the Yellow Crescent Inn,” Gus commented dryly from my elbow. “And I think we’re about to get the answer.”
Sure enough, Don Bruce was making a beeline for the very building we were watching him from. With his walk, it had taken me a minute to zero in on his direction.
“All right. We know who he is and that he’s coming here. Now, let’s quit gawking like a bunch of tourists.”
Aahz was back in his familiar commander role again. Still, I noticed he was no quicker to leave the window than any of the rest of us.
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