Felix had brought too many questions.
He discovered this when the survivor saw the map and remained beside the door.
The independent advocate had rented the room above an ordinary market lodging house. No estate guard stood outside. The table held water, blank paper and the transport dates Felix had arranged in what now looked like an accusation against anyone unable to explain them.
“Which route did the wagons take after the port?” he asked.
The man looked at the map.
“I saw one voyage. From inside.”
“The other loads—”
“I didn’t arrange them.”
