Tamsin had grown quieter over the past month, something Mercer noticed only because he'd learned to read her moods as carefully as he read contracts. She still managed her network with the same sharp efficiency, still bantered easily enough during their regular meetings, but something sat heavier behind her eyes lately, something she clearly wasn't ready to share.
He found her alone on the warehouse roof one evening, watching the sunset the way she sometimes did when she needed space to think.
"You've been somewhere else lately," Mercer said, settling beside her against the low parapet wall. "Even when you're standing right in front of me."
Tamsin didn't answer immediately, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "Corin found something. About my brother."
Mercer's chest tightened. He remembered
