Jace:
Calla had been gone for almost three hours when I finally realized we had a bigger problem than I thought. I was sitting at the Reapers' workbench with Camden's files spread across the table. Bank statements. Property transfers. Shell companies. Shipping records. Names. Dates. Numbers that looked meaningless until you followed them far enough.
Riggs was across from me, smoking, while Jake, another Reaper, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Nobody had said much in the last twenty minutes. We were all thinking the same thing. Something didn't fit. I picked up one of the documents again. Then another. Then another.
"Wait."
Riggs looked over. "What?"
I shuffled through the papers. "Where's this one?"
"Which?"
I pulled out the folder we'd recovered from the storage unit
