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It was my turn to study her. “Any intel you can pass my way, I’d appreciate.”

“You’re close?”

I’d always been a lone wolf, so it was hard being a part of a pack. Harder back then, when I’d first met these two women who’d become integral to my life, to accept that I needed help. I didn’t know if it was Cin who’d shown me the way or Conor, but I couldn’t deny I was different than the person Minerva and Ovianar had known.

This was, I gleaned, the chance to extend the hand of friendship.

A mutual enemy often united people…

“Finding my cousin is a part of a bigger deal I’m involved in.”

“What kind of deal?”

I needed to fudge the truth here. “My grandfather on my mother’s side is high up in Interpol. He says that if I find my uncle’s murderer and my cousin, then he’ll set up a division that will work solely on investigating and imprisoning Sparrows.”

“Instead of just dealing with everything on a case-by-case basis?”

“Yes. An entire department dedicated to nothing else but these pieces of shit.”

She bit her lip. “I’m assuming your grandfather doesn’t know that his son was a Sparrow?”

“I think that’s a smart assumption.”

“You never mentioned a grandfather in the police force…”

“I only met him this week.”

Her eyes flared in surprise. “Oh.”

“Yeah. It’s been intense.”

“I-I really didn’t mean any harm, Star. With the girl. I-I knew you struggled after you had that miscarriage, and while you’re not a natural mother, not like Minerva—”

“I’m a natural killer,” I said flatly. “Who better to keep someone safe?”

“Exactly,” she whispered.

Not bothering to be offended, I nodded my understanding as she awkwardly reached out and picked up a pen and paper. She scrawled names down on the sheet, then she started to delve into her files. More information was jotted down and I watched her hit hibernate as she clambered to her feet again, the note in her hand.

“This is literally all I know about that day.” Her fingers tightened around the piece of paper. “I understand that you want answers and that you’ll go to any length to get them, but I know nothing else. I’m not hiding anything.

“I have a son now, Star, and you’ve got a daughter—I hope you realize I wouldn’t put him in jeopardy over this.”

I snagged the note from her grasp, shoved it in my pocket, and ignored her entreaty. “How did you get DeLaCroix’s login information over to me?” At her frown, I growled, “The same account sold me an email and password combination, O. Don’t pretend you don’t fucking remember.”

“I slept since then, Lodestar!” she shrieked, panic filtering into her voice. “Give me a second to remember.” Her lashes fluttered as her mind raced, then after a good thirty seconds, she released a heavy breath. “I remember. The email and password combo. I didn’t know it was… Wait, DeLaCroix? That Sparrow who was the chief justice of your SCOTUS?”

“Yes, him. We used the combo to log into an app the NWS use to communicate with one another.”

“Jesus.” Her eyes lit up. “I had no fucking idea it was his.”

“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you? After what you’ve admitted to orchestrating?”

“No, seriously. I knew it was something Sparrow-related. But hell, it could have been to access their account with a grocery store for all I knew. I was just padding out the account so you weren’t suspicious.”

“Where did you get the details from?”

“It was on our mark’s person. Dagda said he had a bunch of notes on the other leaders.”

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