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Word on the street gleaned from scavs and ruffs he had worked with before were of medical raids in LaGuardia and that a new laedan had been appointed. It was unlikely that Lowell could have reached LaGuardia so quickly, particularly since what remained of his army had been taken over by his son. He would have had to make the journey alone. If he had been on the battlefield, there was no indication that he had survived the fight. Or perhaps he had joined forces with Jia and, during the return trip, had reached an accord that elevated the girl in her father’s stead.
It was not word Kato would want to hear. If she was now alpha and Laedan, it was unlikely she would have time for the complications of a Cana-Fela relationship. It was as he had said, unfair as it seemed, it was better if his son let her go. To remind Kato of that fact, to give him this news, would mean being accused of interference…but the grudge against his father was justified.
Uzzi had not been present in Kato’s life long enough to have earned the right to advise him.
Or maybe the remaining Channon son had been elevated, father and son ruling together.
He would need to travel to LaGuardia’s Fortress, or else hire some one to go and bring him word. Uzzi did not intend to be here long enough for that word to get back to him and did not have time to seek the truth now. He did not have enough credits on hand to do that. Quentin was dead. He was never getting paid. Whomever was laedan did not matter to him. He had his own life to live.
He read down the signboard menu on the post next to the street vendor’s cart, looking for something he could take back to the healers left in the safehouse Aman had taken them to. There had been food stocked in the pantry there, but no wood for a cook fire and he would not be the only one who was hungry by now. He used the few credits Aman had provided and bought as much warm food as he could carry, as much as he had the credits for, and headed back. Aman should return soon as well, as would the three ruffs. He was curious to know what they had learned…and if Aman had a solid idea to gain them access to Laedan Hallister…though Uzzi had no idea why the man was reluctant to return to his employer.

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Danny frowned at the laminated menu, tapping his finger against the table. “How does this place not have a decent pasta dish? I mean, it’s not that hard to make marinara.”

Steve leaned back in his chair, smirking. “We’re at a beachside grill, Danny. Maybe try the fish tacos.”

Danny shot him a look. “I don’t want fish tacos, Steven. I want food that doesn’t taste like the ocean.”

Steve snorted. “You live in Hawaii and complain about seafood. How is that even possible?”

Danny ignored him, waving the waiter over. “Do you have anything not on the menu? Preferably edible?”