Transmission: Ragnarok: book Two
“If Roger had been a spy, then Tannier would have been his handler; at least that was how it seemed to be playing out. Barbour’s police force numbered a thousand personnel, according to the public info services: a small number considering the size of the city; but this was a peaceful place with educated citizens. So if Tannier kept cropping up, it was because someone had assigned him to the role.
A group of older men and women, dressed in primary-coloured tunics, were dancing in a sprightly, coo...rdinated way, the choreography intricate, the music too low-pitched for Roger to enjoy. The clothing hurt his eyes. Tannier circled them, a tankard in his hand, heading this way.
‘Leeja.’ Roger squeezed her hand with care. ‘Here’s the policeman I told you about.’ ‘Where?’ Streamers flickered past overhead, distracting her. ‘Oh. The hard-faced man with the smokebeer?’ ‘I guess.’ There was a pale cloud rising from Tannier’s tankard. ‘Scar below his left eye.’ ‘Mm.’ Leeja squeezed his wrist.MoreLess
A group of older men and women, dressed in primary-coloured tunics, were dancing in a sprightly, coo...rdinated way, the choreography intricate, the music too low-pitched for Roger to enjoy. The clothing hurt his eyes. Tannier circled them, a tankard in his hand, heading this way.
‘Leeja.’ Roger squeezed her hand with care. ‘Here’s the policeman I told you about.’ ‘Where?’ Streamers flickered past overhead, distracting her. ‘Oh. The hard-faced man with the smokebeer?’ ‘I guess.’ There was a pale cloud rising from Tannier’s tankard. ‘Scar below his left eye.’ ‘Mm.’ Leeja squeezed his wrist.MoreLess
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