Matt Higgins drew alongside and asked loudly:
“Beg your pardon, but could you tell me the way...?”
Snod began pointing through the window at the different buildings. His eyes followed his fingers. His voice, once it had formulated an action, was like a scimiter blade. It shimmered:
“Where’s MacArthur?”
Higgins was harassed and hot. He was measuring his forefinger against the left thumb.
“Gone to train to meet dead nurse’s mother. There are two Cub Sterlings, old Kerr says. Just confessed. Claims she’s seen ’em. On my way now....”
Snod’s loose hands continued their flappings.
“Kerr’s innocent. Two? Jes-sus! One Cub Sterling just tried to murder Lil. She frightened him off!”
Higgins face grayed.
“W-h-a-t?”