Smith got up, sighed, and walked to the others. “Everyone knew about Lenka,” he said. “Then someone should have done something sooner,” muttered Larry. “Lots of someones tried,” said Bonarata. “We did not bury them in the garden.” His voice sounded amused. His public mask was back on and firmly in place. Adam didn’t think that Bonarata would have been so sanguine if he’d been looking at Smith at that moment. But maybe he was wrong. People discount submissive wolves.
