The LaunchAfter luncheon the next day, we set off for the yacht launch in a stony silence. Tony hadn’t spoken to me since returning to the Manor, and I wondered how long he meant to continue.
I wasn’t looking forward to this event. Tony never told me why he feared going, which worried me no end. And since this was the first time I’d been to any event by the Clubbs since last I saw Nina ... I had no idea what to expect.
Armed outriders came with us, but more this time, as we traveled north, crossing the “betters’ bridge” to Clubb quadrant.
Sandstone cobbles paved Clubb quadrant streets in front of golden-brown buildings trimmed in oak and brass. When we reached the main street out to the countryside, we turned left, towards quadrant center.
Outsiders, strangely dressed, even women weari
