AT:M3P 8

"I thought this might interest you, sir. A charity race for Marcella on the main island in a week's time." Tentin's butler handed him the flyer.

"Those aren't racing cars, though." He squinted at the artwork, but it wasn't an error, there was too much detail in the license plate.

"No, sir. The vehicles are privately-owned. The drivers, however, need not be the owners."

"Ohhh the Leagues are loaning their drivers," Tentin nodded. "That should be fun."

"Alissa Vander hired your brother, sir." He made to take the flyer, but Tentin kept it. That sounded less fun - for Sal, too. He knew she'd done it to get at him, somehow. Or at Sirra?

He didn't want to care. "Sounds lovely. I'll have to phone him tomorrow, he doesn't know the number here."