I look around at my city council, which has expanded from the last time we met. It now includes three men: Wolfe, Kingston and Dorian Milkstone, a ninety-four-year old historian. I'm exhausted but satisfied. It's been one week since Wolfe and I spent that night on the cliff. One week since the attack by the Outsiders, and we're no closer to understanding who they are and why they targeted us.
I personally think it was a crime of opportunity. They saw a naked woman, young enough to have children, pretty enough to catch the eye of a Warlord, and they attacked us. I've put the incident behind me despite the presence of increased security. Wolfe doesn't agree with my assessment. He thinks the Outsiders were after more than just a woman to sell. He believes they wouldn't have attacked with so
