“I need to know where I pawn my wares. I sold something I ought not to have taken, and my mistress demands its return.” She lets out a cackle. “The kitty got caught stealing the cream, did she?” She holds up the gold coin, flipping it between her fingers. “Perhaps I did sell myself too cheap.” I should have known better than to admit vulnerability. No honor among thieves. How often had I relied on that to turn one suspect against another?
