Chapter 48: Kindred in Misfortune

Julian Wokey froze for a beat, then twisted into a wolfish grin. "Punk, you looking to start something?" "You didn't ask around? On Zerton's Antique Street, who the hell dares make trouble on Julian Wokey's turf?" Ander Yale shrugged. "That vase you 'accidentally' broke wasn't real-it's junk from a back-alley workshop. The cost was maybe a dollar or two; I'll pay you twenty. Boss Wokey, you'd still be making a few bucks." Julian exploded. "Goddammit, cripple this little bastard!" At his barked...