Òyì nke e mepụtara

"They found me," he said, "because of the gold." "Yes," she said. "They can't find you." "No." She finished the check and straightened. "Because I don't carry anything worth stealing." He understood then what his money had never been able to purchase—not influence, not safety, but invisibility. She moved through the world without a profile, without a shadow, without a single acquisition that could be used to locate her. She was, in the language of his world, ungovernable. And in the language he