Montgomery was frustrated.
It had been almost a day since the offer had come from the wraiths and he was no further ahead. He hadn’t found a way to reply to them, or even any evidence that they existed. He hadn’t managed to collect much cred and knew that what he had couldn’t possibly be enough to ensure Delilah’s survival. He sat in the darkness that night, struggling to find a solution.
It was dawn when he looked up and saw Lil watching him from the bedroom door. She looked strained and tired, and he knew she hadn’t slept either.
“Who would kill Matheson?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Impossible to know without having been there, or knowing him.”
“His wife maybe.”
“His mistress,” Lil suggested with typical irreverence.
“Someone he’d gotten the better of in the past,” Montgomery said,
