Maya's POV
Faces paled. People looked at their neighbors with suspicion.
"Whoever planted this has one chance," I said. "Come forward now, confess, and I'll make it quick. Make me hunt you down, and what happened to Thomas will look merciful."
Silence.
"Fine." I started walking through the crowd, studying faces. My enhanced senses picked up every rapid heartbeat, every nervous breath, every bead of sweat.
I stopped in front of a woman named Claire. She'd been with us for a month, always helpful, always reliable.
"It's you," I said quietly.
"No! Maya, I would never.."
I grabbed her arm and found what I was looking for, a small tattoo hidden on her inner wrist. A raven in flight.
"Raven," I said. "That's your code name, isn't it?"
Claire's face crumpled. "Please, they have my daugh
