Leoh was silent for several minutes. Then: “Who is Dulaq’s closest living relative? Does he have a wife?”
“I think his wife is, uh, dead. Has a daughter though. Pretty girl. Bumped into her in the hospital once or twice—”
Leoh smiled in the darkness. Hector’s term, “bumped into,” was probably completely literal.
“Why are you asking about Dulaq’s next-of-kin?”
“Because,” Leoh replied, “I think there might be a way to make Dulaq tell us what happened during his duel. But it is a very dangerous way. Perhaps a fatal way.”
“Oh.”
They lapsed into silence again. Finally he blurted, “Come on, my boy, let’s find the daughter and talk to her.”
“Tonight?”
“Now.”