A sharp tap on his shoulder interrupted his thought.
In all of the chaos of the Carratian markets, Permac failed to notice another Peace Officer approach him.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said. Permac turned and was startled to see the officer in front of him. Reflexively, he looked down and used what Linsora liked to call his demonic powers of emotional control to send a wave of trust toward the officer.
“How can I help you?” he asked.
“I haven’t seen you here at night,” the officer said. “You’re usually at the markets during the day. It’s just unusual . . . and I watch for unusual things.”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish