1st of Wind, 721
“What do you mean – missing?” blurted Geist.
“She hasn’t been to the chapel in days. I asked around, and she hasn’t been to work either. I stopped by her apartment, and her neighbors haven’t seen hide or hair of her all week. I was hoping you could look into it…”
“Fine, I guess we can spare the time,” said Lucius.
“Hey – you need to be nicer to the pregnant lady!” said Vega.
“So, do you know who her boyfriend is?” asked Lucius.
“Actually – I have dug that up. He’s something of an important preist.”
“In The Church of Lothian?”
“No, the Watcher of the Skies. Normally I wouldn’t break a trust like this, but under the circumstances – he’s Helmut Itelstein-”
“The head of the Republican Movement?” blurted Lucius.
“Ah, well, he is the High Astronomer-Priest of the Watcher of the Skies.”
As the sun sank below the horizon and a cold wind began to blow off the bay, the party arrived at Phon’s apartment.