While I handled things on Michigan Avenue, Reid and Patrick and their teams worked on leads from the party at the club. There was no stone they'd leave unturned. Reid and some of his team worked cyberspace while others hit the pavement. At the same time, Patrick and his team visited people who had been in attendance.
After what happened to Araneae, Sparrow had a statement to be made. It wouldn't go without bloodshed and we all knew it. No one f****d with the Sparrow outfit—no one. In reality, everyone in that damn club, guest or staff, was a suspect. In my mind, it wasn't adding up with McFadden. The fire in her apartment and the plane going down were associated with her name—he had the power to make those things happen. Nevertheless, I took responsibility. I was the one who brought her
