It was the anti-tourism guy, the one Ru’s mother had said was a war veteran.  Ru could easily believe he’d been a drill sergeant, with the way his voice normally carried. Ru could feel the man’s eyes boring into her. “Did he just say Skaeya?” Colleen whispered.

“I told you to bury it,” the man said in a voice as hard as his expression. “It’s not too late.”

Ru’s curiosity had well overcome any intimidation she felt. “What do you know about it?”