“There’s more,” said Specht. “Matthias, you’re dead.” “Pardon?” Matthias’ Kerch was good, but perhaps there were still gaps. “You were shanked in the Hellgate infirmary.” The room went quiet. Jesper sat down heavily. “Muzzen is dead?” “Muzzen?” Matthias could not place the name. “He took your place in Hellgate,” Jesper said. “So you could join the Ice Court job.”