“Precisely.”
“And Sutekh prides himself on being a good politician. Nicely played.”
“Thank you.”
“And Gahiji?”
“He’s dancing a very careful waltz at the moment,
slow and controlled. He knows Dad’s not pleased, and
he knows I’m watching him.” Alastor was quiet for a
second, then he asked, “What the bloody hell was he
thinking? It was as if he had a personal grudge against
your Roxy Tam.”
“Yeah.” Dagan paused. Gahijihadacted like it was
personal, though he’d offered generalizations as justification. But the whole thing had felt off. Wrong.
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Something dark and dangerous uncoiled inside
him. Suspicion.
He had a flash of recollection, like a flare going off,
of Lokan mentioning Gahiji’s name before he’d headed
off to get himself killed. Nothing unusual there. Gahiji
often conveyed the old man’s orders. Why was that particular time suddenly jumping out at Dagan like a plaid
tie against a paisley shirt?
He shook his head. He was clutching at any and
every straw. What was he thinking? That the old man
was harboring a traitor? Gahiji had been his father’s
right hand since at least a millennium before Dagan
was born.
“Speaking of…howisMs. Tam?” Alastor asked.
Dagan glanced at the bathroom door. “She’s alive,
and I intend to make certain she stays that way.”
“You realize you sound positively rabid?”