I refused to rise to the bait. After a moment, he asked me, “What is it you know about Kettle that I do not?” I looked at him uncomfortably. “About as much as I know about you that she does not.” “Ah. That was well spoken. Those words could have been stolen from me,” he conceded. “Do you wonder why the coterie had not tried to attack us again?” he asked next. “Is this your night to ask unfortunate questions?” I demanded. “Of late, I have no other kinds.”
