In Utopia, everybody has someone she healed. Nobody talks to the Authorities.
Niobe runs an investigations office three floors above a fence's shop. Her partner, Angelo, is gray, unhurried, and older than he says. Then the Warden puts her on retainer and slides a folder across the table: a case in Sanctuary, the refuge city at the hub of the Known Worlds, in festival week. Something about pets. It is not about pets. Four hundred travelers have walked into a door and not come out.
Sanctuary ta...


