Chapter Twelve
He did not know what direction he took through the darkened streets, did not care, only became aware of Conawago passing him. Minutes later they stopped, gasping, the river wharves with their ranks of ships looming on one side, a hulking building on the other, with a row of low wooden structures like cages along its rear wall.
“Where are you—” Duncan began as Conawago tested the latch on the building’s back entry. A snarl erupted from one of the cages.
His friend cut him off with an upraised hand as the door opened under his touch. “Let us not disturb the neighborhood when safety is so near at hand,” he warned, and he stepped inside.
Where they were, he now realized, was the warehouse with the Iroquois markings on the front door.
They moved through a large chamber that
