the one, reason was possible; if it was the other. … “Dammit, Crit, I’ve kept
this town-“
“You’ve tried. That much is true.”
“So you try to kill me off a friggin’ roof?”
The bow did move. It lifted a little. About as much as centered it on his face.
“What rooP”
“Over there by the warehouse. And come bloody fnggin’ along with me last night,
that’s why I came here, dammit, this morning, to see whether you’d gone crazy or
whether you think I didn’t bloody see you up there yesterday. I figured I’d give
you a good chance. And ask you why. His orders?”
Crit shook his head slowly. “Damn, Ace, I saved your life.”
“When?”
“On that roof. It was Kama, you understand me? It was Kama that was at your
back.”
A little chill went through him. And a minuscule touch of relief. “I hoped. Why,
Crit? Is she under his orders?”
“You think the Riddler’d do it like that?”
“You might. If he was going to. I don’t know about her. You tell me.”
Crit swung the bow off a little to the side, turned it back again, then aimed it
away and let it angle to the floor. He looked tired. Lines furrowed his brow as
he stared back. “She’s into something of her own. Into-gods, something. That’s
all. The Third’s got interests here and she has, and gods know- What the bloody
hell is it about this town? Damn woman goes crazy, up on the roofs with a bow-.
It’s Walegrin she’s after, I’m thinking; and then I’m not so sure-“
“You were following me.”
“Damn right I was following you. So was she. She bends that bow,. I put a shot
right across to discourage her and put the wind up you, what the hell d’you