They left the ransacked room before sunrise, the torn ledger page burning a hole in Mercer's thoughts the entire walk back. Isla split off toward her own hideout, promising to dig through what remained of her network for anyone who might know what happened to her missing source. Corin peeled away toward the docks, muttering something about checking if Bex had heard anything through her own contacts.
That left Mercer alone with his thoughts until Tamsin found him sitting on a crate outside his warehouse an hour later, the sky just beginning to lighten at the edges.
"You look like you haven't slept in days," she said, settling onto the crate beside him without waiting for an invitation.
"Rough night."
"I heard. Corin filled me in on the way here." She studied his face for a moment, then
