The other talons snickered.
The Hulfrin growled at them.
“Cease!” I snapped. “Have some decorum! Do you not see the King standing there?” I waved behind me to where the King leaned against a shop wall, his guards (Vasren had returned) standing in front of him.
The Hulfrin gaped at the King.
“That answers that,” I muttered. “Why does no one else look? I mean, you look, but you don'tsee. You are talons! Look with more than your eyes. Take note of everything and then interpret what you see with your mind. Be aware at all times!”
“Yes, sir!” The Hulfrin saluted me, suddenly all manners.
I rolled my eyes. “Take the corpse back to the hall.”
“What should I tell the Chief?”
“Tell him I'm searching the suspect's shop.”
“Yes, sir.”
The talons got to wrapping the body for transport, and I headed down the sidewalk.
Chapter Nine
Cursing, the King chased after me. When he caught up, he demanded, “Where are you going now?”
The Dragon knights took positions around the King—one in front and one behind.
“To the Brujai's leather shop.”
“Did you see which one he came out of?”
“No, it happened too fast.”
“How will you know which is his?”
I looked at the King. “It's obvious.”
As comprehension lit the King's face, Sir Gilhu said, “Not to me.”
I sighed and went to the first possibility. “He came from this direction, and I got an approximate area, so his shop must be on this side of the street within fifty feet.” I opened the door, peered in, then shut it.
“It will be the only shop without someone manning it,” the King said to his knight.
“Thank you.” I waved at the King. “Someone with brains.”
“Excuse me?” Gilhu growled.
“How nice it must be for you,” I said to the knight. “So relaxing.”
“What?”
“To not have thoughts running through your mind.”
The King and Vasren snorted.
Gilhu growled.
“Sir Gilhu!” The King growled louder. And with more menace.
