Lily's words followed me home and stayed through the night.
"Someone on the team wants to destroy him."
I sat at my kitchen table with my notebook open and the same page I had been staring at for twenty minutes, a list of names and question marks and arrows connecting things I wasn't sure were connected. The break-in had taken the physical envelope but not the information inside it, which I had written from memory into my notebook within an hour of discovering it was gone. The photographs were gone. The handwritten note was gone. But I still had what I had seen in them, and I still had what Lily had told me, and I still had the sick certainty that had settled in my chest sometime in the last forty-eight hours and hadn't shifted since.
Someone inside the Riverside Wolves had built this e
