5
“WHAT HAPPENED?” I asked the guards. They were the regular gamra variety, those ones that Sheydu always complained about as being no good. Sheydu wasn’t even here, and I could still hear her voice.
“We don’t know that yet,” the guard said. He was a tall, beefy man from the local keihu race. Gamra provided employment for so many of these young men. “We just found him here. A passerby alerted us.”
I looked along the walkway. The marshland stretched into the misty horizon on the right hand side, a low wall ran along the left of the walkway, behind the wall a strip of bushes, and then apartment buildings. Mine was one of them. Light radiated from the windows, edging the bushes in gold. There were no people on the walkway.
“Are there any witnesses?” I asked the guard.
“Our people are jus
