The stone hall of the Salt Ladder, one candle, rain running off the eaves. He comes through the door late, as always, and stands there dripping and pleased with himself.
"Finally,"
you say, and you do not get up.
He smiles slyly and shakes the wet out of his hair.
"Did you miss me?"
He turns the chair backwards and sits with his forearms along the back of it, close enough that the candle leans.
"The vault on Vessel Row opens at third bell, and you are not going in alone. Say the job out loud, partner."