Ravis couldn't understand why he'd missed his ship to Mizerico. He was not a man to overstay his welcome. And he never needed much sleep. Why then had he overslept, waking a full two hours past the crack of dawn? And, more importantly, why had Clover's Fourth seen fit to sail without him? Biting down on the scarred flesh of his lip, Ravis switched his gaze from the empty dock out to sea. He had to leave this city today.