IT WAS hours later when Ezekiel stepped outside the building again. Night had fallen and brought with it a slight chill that made Ezekiel glad for his cloak. Or perhaps the chill came from within, and everything he had heard from the spy.
The interrogation had been long and difficult. The spy still refused to give up the names and locations of other spies in Askara. But they weren’t finished with him. And Ezekiel had faith in Marcus. The man was at least twenty years older than Ezekiel, and though he was of noble birth, Marcus had worked for years to gain experience and attain the position he had with Nikolaus.
Sooner or later, Marcus would learn all there was to know from their captured spy.
Ezekiel took the reins to his horse from the young man who brought him out, nodding his thanks
