"There you are," Raven whispered to herself, spotting her target.
Leo worked methodically at the far end of the dock, his thin shoulders hunched as he swept. Even from this distance, Raven could see the exhaustion in his movements. Seventeen years old but looking younger, with sun-bleached hair and skin tanned from years working outdoors. He paused occasionally to wipe sweat from his forehead before resumbing his endless task of clearing sawdust that continually drifted from the nearby shipyards.
Raven pushed away from the post and approached, keeping her stride casual. No point drawing attention by looking hurried or nervous. Valerio's men were everywhere, even if most of them had been reassigned to watch Pierre.
"Need some water?" she asked, holding out a small canteen when she reached him.
