Considering the state of his uncle right now, that may have been a blessing for Rafe.

“He’s not here,” A’Meer said as she followed him downstairs. “If the uncle knew anything of where the boy has gone, the Red Monk will have had it from him.”

“I don’t think he did know,” Kosar said. “If Vance wanted to help the boy he’d have known not to send him anywhere he knew. He probably wouldn’t have sent him out at all. And if he didn’t want to help, or was too afraid, Rafe may have left on his own. In which case, I think we should look in the hidden districts.”

“That’s a whole city in itself!” A’Meer said. “And why so sure he’s there?”

“I’m not sure at all, it’s just a hunch. Rafe’s a farm boy. If he left this house the natural route to take is down to the river, and that leads him past the outskirts of the hidden districts. And once there, a boy like that on his own won’t be left alone for long. There are whores, crooks, muggers and fledge dens. He’d have been taken there, I’m sure.”

“Of course,” said A’Meer. “Kosar.”

He turned and met her gaze. She was still afraid, but now there was excitement in her poise as well, as if it had taken time for the implications of events to sink in.

“You don’t have to come,” she said. “This is nothing to do with you. You’re an old thief who settled down on a farm, for Mage’s sake. You don’t want to get mixed up with Red Monks. Or me.”

Kosar found himself ridiculously hurt by her comments. She was right, this was nothing to do with him, and given any real choice he would steer as far from a Red Monk as possible. But he was involved, not only through his knowledge of what had happened to Rafe, but through her as well. He cared about A’Meer.

“I’ll tag along.” Perhaps she sensed how her comments had disappointed him, because she said no more as the two of them left the house. “There’s a quick way into the hidden districts from here,” Kosar said. “As long as you don’t mind the dark.” Any surprise A’Meer felt at his knowledge she kept to herself. Kosar had been here for only a few moons, but his type had a knack of discovering secrets.

They set off quickly, ignoring curious glances from passersby. Kosar led them back toward the river, and then ducked through an open doorway into a small square building. Inside he uncovered a hole in the floor, the vent of an old buried machine. “It’s not far,” he said.

“I’ll go first.”