Caden’s investigation widened.
He told her about it in pieces, over the next two weeks, the way a man unwraps something he isn’t sure he should be giving to someone else. Finch had moved on from the rogues themselves to the question that mattered more: who had paid them.
“It has to be someone with money and reach,” Caden said one evening, the two of them bent over a spread of documents in his study, Owen pacing behind them with a glass of something he kept forgetting to drink. “Someone with knowledge of Silverridge’s patrol patterns. Someone who knew exactly when and where to find a six-year-old alone.”
“That’s a short list,” Owen said.
“It’s a short list of people with access. It’s a longer list of people with motive.” Caden tapped a page in front of him. “Which is why I had Finch sta
