They moved Voss and his escort to the truck, zip-tying the escort's hands but leaving Voss unrestrained, a calculated risk based on what he'd already offered. Ibarra climbed out from the back seat where he'd been hiding with Elena, staring at Voss with an expression caught between fear and something harder.
"You're the one who ran the districts," Ibarra said. "My sister died because of operations you managed."
Voss met his gaze without flinching. "I won't pretend that doesn't sit on me. It does. More than I let myself admit until about ten minutes ago."
"That's not an apology," Ibarra said.
"No," Voss agreed. "It's not. I don't think I get to offer one that means anything yet. Maybe after this is actually stopped, if it gets stopped, I'll have earned the right to say I'm sorry and have
