Chapter Nine
Once Konrad had made his way out of the stews, he proceeded immediately to Alexander’s office at the police headquarters, confident of finding the inspector still labouring over his papers.
Which he was — with Nanda’s help.
‘Konrad!’ she said, jumping up at his entrance. ‘I went home but you were not there.’
Home? Did she mean Bakar House? His home? He felt a moment’s glow at the idea, and then wondered at himself. ‘I was on a goose chase,’ he said. ‘With Tasha. We spoke to Zolin’s old street gang, but… I don’t know. They do not strike either of us as likely candidates.’ In a way, Konrad supposed, it was simply too easy to pin the crime on a pack of known thieves. Too obvious. And nothing about this murder had been straightforward.
‘I found Lady Lysak,’ said Nanda.
Alexa
