“That’s 38 lost.” I wiped my hands on my jeans before pushing my hair out of my face. “All of them are Unmarked.”
Reid looked at Manon pointedly. “This is a lot like the s**t Willem did.”
She was looking down, her gaze sweeping over the fallen. “What’s different?”
“Why do the differences matter?” I cut in. I gestured towards the corpses piled on the ground around us and added, “This isn’t even everyone we’ve lost, Manon.”
Before she had a chance to answer me, Reid asked, “Where are Grady and Tessa?”
“They are in Norway. I came as soon as Iris called,” Manon replied coolly.
Reid studied her, his eyes narrowed slightly, his dark brows knit together. Without another word, he left us alone as he tended to the bodies, presumably taking mental notes of their names.
“Thank you for coming
