Book Eight: Chapter 69

Mike leaned forward to look out the window pane. Sulyvahn was currently chatting with a trio of Nirumbi youngsters. They were showing him a ball, which he casually bounced on his knees like a professional soccer player.

“Do I...have to worry about him?” Mike asked.

“No.” Beth rose and took her plate to the sink. “But I need you to give me some money right now. For lawyer-client confidentiality.”

“What?”

“Don’t ask questions. Let me do my job.” Beth put out her hand. “Think of it as old magic.”

“I...don’t...” Mike looked at Emory and saw the little imp wince. “Hey, man, can I borrow a dollar from you?”

Emory wilted visibly. “A...dollar? You want one of my...dollars?”

“That coin was the only cash I brought.” Mike frowned. “Unless I can just send you money digitally?” He looked at Beth.

“Actually, a silver dollar would be best,” added Beth. “That’s not a clue or anything, Mike. Try not to think about it anymore.”

“I mean, I’m super