The DiscussionIn the ten days that passed, I fidgeted. Planned what I might say.
I’m sure Tony and the staff knew something troubled me, but they never once asked.
I had so many questions.
Why did my Ma not hide me from Roy? Smuggle me out of the city? Fake my death and send me to Hart quadrant?
Why did she let all of this happen?
Yet I imagined our reunion. She’d take me into her arms, commiserate with me, tell me all would be well. She’d talk with the herb-women, arrange a way to rid me of this thing I carried. If Molly dared threaten me, I’d flee to the poorhouse, hide with the Dealers until her wrath passed.
As I promised Morton, I spoke with Tony about having his men search the area for news of children strangled after Trina Bower’s murder. To my surprise, Tony said, “Already on
