A faint sound of footsteps.
“Can you believe that?” It was Jeffrey Logan, captain of the Scots Guard. He’d know that slimehound’s voice anywhere.
“Not me.”
“Who’d’ve thought a woman would be the first ever to beat the old man? He really is slowing down.”
Sten righted his chair quietly.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d have liked to face her.”
“Wouldn’t mind facing her between the sheets.” Logan really did use his p***s for thinking. Okay, Sten amended his mental picture, hair slashed off with a knife, maybe a scar, but no withered cheek.
“That’s not just any woman.”
“Aye. You’re right there. Better to brain her right quick and cast her over the wall. I wonder how it must have been for him to be beaten by a Watcher.”
Sten collapsed back into his chair when his knees let go.
A Watch
