![]() ![]() She expected a vidlink from the detective assigned to her grandmother’s case, but all she got was a stream of unembellished text. “Accept!” she yelled, practically choking the port in her fingers. The Toulouse police must have found something. Its pale blue light glinted off the cockpit’s controls. Scarlet killed the engine, already grabbing for the discarded portscreen. Heart jumping, she swerved just in time to keep the ship’s starboard side from skidding against the stone wall, and threw down the brakes before reaching a complete stop. Scarlet was descending toward the alley behind the Rieux Tavern when her portscreen chimed from the passenger seat, followed by an automated voice: “Comm received for Mademoiselle Scarlet Benoit from the Toulouse Law Enforcement Department of Missing Persons.” She did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of animal, and she was not afraid of him. ![]()
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