I made it out to the outer canal aboard Lesse’s little boat.

“From here on it should be safer, but still—watch yourself, sir. Out here it’s all people connected to the Dines family.”

“Got it.”

The canal was wide and silent, wrapped in darkness. Hardly any boats passed at night—it was too dangerous.

“So, where’s Gabadelí?”

“The young lady is…”

Lesse glanced back toward the riverbank. From far away came the grand, pipe-organ-like tones of that local instrument, the… what was it, Boruni-something.