The man waiting outside Cora’s lodgings carried his hammer in a leather loop against his thigh.
Iven noticed the hammer before he noticed the graft.
Its head was narrow, meant for striking a pin without bruising the surrounding metal. There was no reason a working engineer should not carry one. There was also no reason for his two companions to be standing on opposite sides of the stair while he watched the upper window.
Cora saw them through the glass.
“That’s Hask,” she said.
Iven set down the drawing she had asked him to carry.
“Do you know the others?”
“Inspectors’ assistants. I don’t know their names.”
