I | Confessions
Valdus arrived and paused outside the bars, taking the scene in, trying to figure out what was what, then began circling the cage slowly, making extended eye contact first with Shekalane and then Jamais—whom he paused in front of. His dark eyes flicked to the platinum key and back. “Who are you, sir?”
“I am a man of the cloth, as should be obvious,” said Jamais. My name, if you must know it, is Jamais Vu.”
Valdus just stared at him. “I do not trust you. Remove the key from around your neck and toss it between the bars.” He added quickly: “Not your weapons—any of you. Do not so much as think about them. We will deal with that in good order.”
Jamais hesitated, trying to pretend it was nothing, but quickly realized the ruse would get him nowhere. He surrendered the key and
