She could make him out talking the ear off his driver—who turned out to be Hoid, Wax’s coachman. How had he gotten involved in the sting? “Can’t tell these days,” Moonlight said, “if I’m keeping watch on him, or if he’s keeping watch on me. Realistically, we’re both just keeping watch on the same third parties…” “What. Hoid?” Marasi asked. “He’s been in Wax’s employ for years. He’s an odd fellow, but…” In the next truck, Hoid glanced at them—past Marasi—and nodded to Moonlight.
