“This might be the right time to reveal yourself,” she said. “Huh?” Reddi asked. “Not you, Constable-General,” she said, looking past him toward the lanky Constable Gorglen—the younger man with a long neck and freckles. So unassuming. He met her eyes. “How did you know?” he asked in a grinding, rough voice that didn’t match his frame. “Process of elimination,” she said. “We were promised help, and MeLaan said there were multiple kandra among the constables, but gave only one name. Plus, you walk awkwardly when you have to use a two-legged body.” “Damn,” Gorglen—TenSoon—said.
