31 Terminus, 24 December 1871 After Henry watched Vinni leave, the butler informed him that Devon wanted to speak with him. Henry found Devon at the desk in the library. Stacks of books, some of them open, surrounded him. Others had bits of paper and ribbons marking places in them. “You wanted to see me.” “Oh. Right.” Devon rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m not handling the news very well.” Henry made a sympathetic noise. “It’s hard to find out someone isn’t who you thought they were.” Devon looked at him, his expression one of surprise, but then he nodded. “Right. Yeah. Pierce.” Devon waved Henry in and cleared off a spot on a chair. “Any luck finding more evidence against him? Enough for a legal case?” Henry took a deep breath. “Yes, from the evidence my team has gathered and obser

