1/31/2025, 12:38 AM
The figure was a brawny woman, with doughy eyes and the face of someone who’d seen hard work. Roza had met many a hard worker who’d fallen to her door, begging her help, begging her retribution, begging against her reputation to help. She’d done so, of course. She’d sunk her teeth into all kinds of greedy bosses, into their pockets, their smug faces, their hearts.
Each one had led her down a deeper, darker web, woven on the backs of the city’s poorest. The wolf she chased was yet another thread, another connection she had needed. Another file in her cabinet, another awful creature who deserved no quarter removed from the world.
Each one had led her down a deeper, darker web, woven on the backs of the city’s poorest. The wolf she chased was yet another thread, another connection she had needed. Another file in her cabinet, another awful creature who deserved no quarter removed from the world.
Rozabela Tondra.Which is why her voice falls from her lips like a smoker’s cough. Unpleasant, a little wet with something. It’s an awful metaphor, but she was a detective, not a poet. The hard orange of her eyes glittered with each back and forth whip of her head, and she let loose a tch of irritation.
If I had an answer to that question, I wouldn’t be asking you where the bastard I was chasing was.Observation put them in a swamp ruin, of course, but even the air tasted different. Electrified. It singed Roza’s already frayed nerves, ticked a nerve against her forehead.
I came out over there. You didn’t see anyone?She stressed the last word, letting it hiss between her teeth. That vermin couldn’t have scuttled to a hidey hole that quickly. They were around here somewhere, they had to be. Nothing else made any sort of sense.