Back to Work
With the “investigation” over, Iophon behind bars, and Truitt safe, if still absent, Bjorke was able to get back to work. Granted, she missed having a morning market report to read on the boat, and missed even more the Morningbrew waiting for her. Bad coffee from a vendor was the best she could hope for at the moment. She’d learned quickly enough that the coffee in Rachet was to be strictly avoided, but the cook in Booty Bay made a passable cup. Bjorke was well-used to the scents – odors, some would say – of the Bay-town, wafting around her like an old familiar friend.
Kaz and the priest were waiting when she arrived. “Let’s get to work,” she said by way of greeting, only to have it returned in the form of a breath-stealing embrace from Kaz. “Yeah, I missed you too, big guy.” He traced a finger along the crooked scar on her eyebrow, and she batted his hand away affectionately. “I’m fine, I tell you.” But she smiled up at him. “I’m fine,” she repeated softly.
“Then, shall we begin?” the priest asked patiently.
Bjorke nodded, then remembered to speak. “Yeah, let’s move. Got a lot of boxes to shift, to try to catch up.”
