13
C.K. told Paix all about Herbert Bryce's death as they walked down the stair. "Strangled, with one of those Red Dog cards in his breast pocket."
"Why ‒ how would children do such a thing?"
C.K. stopped on the stair, looking up back over his shoulder, his round face lit by the lamp at the top of the stair behind them. "Wasn't children, at least not if the message I got was true. " He continued on down the stairs. "We should examine the body before going to the mother."
Paix followed him. "So Wharf Patrol found him last night?"
"No, it was a Constable walking his beat." C.K. looked back at Paix, this time silhouetted by the lamp at the bottom of the stair. "East beat, east side, 1st Boulevard, Diamond quadrant. Across from the Hedge, but on the sidewalk. Like whoever did this brought
