Damian's Pov
I called Ilves myself instead of sending Farrow, because some conversations lose their weight the moment they arrive secondhand, and I needed to watch her face when I asked the question rather than read someone else's account of how she'd answered it.
She agreed to meet at a diner two blocks from the precinct, the kind of place cops go when they want a conversation that never officially happened, and she was already sitting in the back booth when I arrived, coffee untouched in front of her, watching the door the way I watch every door I've ever walked through since Elias died.
"Mr. Kade." She didn't stand. "I assume this isn't about your engagement registry."
"My aunt has a phone with your number saved in it. Found buried near a bar forty minutes north of the city, a place
