other’s throats these days. He’d assumed the prison ship was just another flimsy pretext—but what if there had been something there? Something that had to be relocated in a hurry afterward. Mettore Indestor had a good inscriptor to hand: Breccone Indestris, the grandnephew of Iridet’s seat holder, Utrinzi Simendis, and married into Mettore’s house through some cousin or another. He was capable of what Vargo had seen in the lace mill.
