The new mission felt too big. For days, they just sat in the office, staring at walls and books. How do you find the face of a shadow? The Senior Partners were a rumor, a name whispered by scared demons. They had no office, no phone number.
“Every evil thing we’ve seen points back to Wolfram & Hart,” Wesley said, surrounded by open books. “But the firm is just a… a glove. The hand inside is what we need.”
“So we find someone who’s seen the hand,” Gunn said, sharpening a knife.
“Who?” Cordelia asked. “Lilah? Holland Manners? They’d never talk.”
Angel was quiet. He was thinking of the one person who might know something, and who might be angry enough to talk. “The Mage,” he said. “The young one from Wolfram & Hart. The one who knew about the curse. He was proud of his work. Proud people
