Chapter 18

The robe fit well enough, but Desmond disliked the scent of it. "It smells of him," he grumbled.

"Good. The more you appear as Mustafa, the better. At least until we get more names."

Erela was the one who'd suggested it. If no one supposedly knew the tribunal members, then who would know there'd been a switch?

"Having a robe doesn't get me to a meeting," Desmond pointed out.

"Yet obviously there's a way of communicating about it." Titus roamed the bedroom of the late Mustafa, lifting and setting objects down.

"Could be they always meet on the same day. Same place," Erela offered.

Desmond shook his head. "Place maybe, but other than that, the tribunal meets only in times of need."

"Such as the forsaking of people," she muttered darkly.

"I'd say Adara returning is grounds for calling one." Titus turned from the dresser, a wooden ball in hand.

"What happened to keeping my presence a secret?"