He says nothing more, but you feel the stall operator’s eyes burn holes into your back as you walk to the inn.
* * *
Later, you stare at Gyp, as the strange, dangerous little man stands in your doorway. "The way I figure it is this...we’re bein' set-up for a trap. You were talking about Reaper and Fang when we were on the ship. I’m thinking about all this now. Someone knew their assignments and tipped-off the marks.
"Now look at us, here we are sailing across a sea to do a hit, we’re here a day in advance. Someone knows we’re comin’, that we’re here. They have to. I’ve been smellin’ the putrid stench of this trap since we landed."
You look closely at your murderous colleague, but find no trace of deception in his manner or speech.