Chapter Twenty One
Limbane was having a singularly unsuccessful day.
It started with the matter of Mr Devary Kant. Opening this world’s PsiMap in his mind, Limbane travelled to the small college in Draetre where he had met Mr Kant not long ago. He had a task for the man, and it was therefore highly inconvenient to find him missing.
Not just absent, but missing. He was not at the university. He was not at home. Nobody had seem him in days.
He was interested to note that some of the staff, notably a female professor he’d met before, seemed to be well aware that Mr Kant’s disappearance meant bad news.
Krays, he thought. He wished briefly that he’d thought to record the unique pattern of the agent’s tracer when he had seen him before. But it was too late to think about that now.
He could
