He meant me. Of course he did.
I gave it one more pass. "Who moved you. Who pulled the restraints. Somebody walked you to that holding cell, Noah. Doors like that don't open themselves."
"It was dark. There was no one."
I'd burned my last useful question and I knew it. The man in the chair had three usable answers in him, and I'd already taken them.
I stepped back. "We're done."
I turned toward the door.
"I can help you."
The chains creaked behind me as he leaned forward. I heard Vane shift his weight a quarter step. I stopped.
"How."
"Be my Guide." His voice had gone lower. The hook was inside it before I clocked the words. "You feel it. Don't lie to a man with nothing to lose."
Her blood smells like me. The line came back so fast I almost flinched.
Vane was in front of me befo
