[KAEL — POV]
He established the new location in an hour—a room above a Ash Market instrument repair shop, rented by a human contact who asked no questions and had an arrangement with him going back seven years. The owner, a sixty-year-old woman named Halset who fixed violins and, he suspected, carried a blade she was entirely comfortable using, accepted his key and said: "You look like you've had a night."
"I've had several," he said.
"Room's clean," she said, and went back to her violins.
He sent the coordinates to Sera's routing number and then sat in the room and thought.
The Corvath hit on the river house was professional. That was the detail that wouldn't stop nagging him—the coordination, the equipment, the technique. Corvath, in every profile he'd built on them, were a fracture
