Chapter 48: Red Chickens.
'The damned Prophet was right!' Lee snickered to himself while putting diaries back, and locking the desk.
Evil people will always be evil even though they appear to be nice to someone. The cute girls turned out to be actual bitches, and it didn't matter what the cause was.
One became a murderer and the other, because of a jealousy, wanted to turn into such, except for now she hadn't had a chance yet. But Lee had a feeling he could lend her a hand.
The next morning he left the Newman mansion, but this time didn't go directly to the marketplace. He took a roundabout route and, after passing few inconspicuous alleys, and making sure no one followed, stepped in a tailor shop.
Here, in 'Thousand Needles', worked a person – one of the three contacts Freeda gave Lee upon his departure.
His name was Logan. Actually, he was one of Cai's man, directly responsible for exchanging news with the Third Hand. He was young, only around thirty, but already balding. He was an actual tailor, though, while remaining extremely devoted to the cause.
In the past month Lee visited him a couple of times to send few updates back home, because after he arrived, he realized that his proud grandmother was basically clueless about the transpiring events in the capital.
The war the rebels had with the empire wasn't his, but the situation was beyond embarrassing, thus he simply decided to lend grandma a hand.
"What brings you here?" Logan asked, after pulling Lee inside, and pretending to take his measurements, "Any news?"
"No, I need information." Lee said, "How do I hire assassin around here?"
"Cough ... " Logan almost fell over, and then angrily whispered, "Are you crazy?!"