“Any names?” “Only two.” Orso pronounced them carefully, dropped into the silence like great stones dropped down a well. “Stour Nightfall… and Leo dan Brock.” The Arch Lector closed his eyes. Crushing news, especially for him, but Orso could have sworn he saw a wry smile at the corner of the old Inquisitor’s mouth. “Body found floating by the docks,” he murmured.
