Chapter 50

It was time to get the answers Gideon needed.

“Why is Henry doing this?” he asked. “Obsidian is unpredictable and expensive for him to manufacture. What’s he hoping to get out of this?”

Tricia laughed bitterly. “You think he tells me anything? He tells me where to go and what to do, and that’s it.”

He believed her. Henry hadn’t attained as much power as he had by being fast and loose with his facts. It had been worth a try, though.

“Then tell me when he uses the warehouse,” he said. “I know he’s not there all the time.”

“Every Wednesday night, every second Sunday night. I don’t know what he does there the whole time. That’s just when I picked the shit up.”

It was good enough for Gideon. He pulled out the pipet and released his hold on the spreader, letting her swing back as her muscles sagged.

“Did you get that, Jess?” he said, without looking away from Tricia.

“Yes,” Jesse said, his voice clear but weak. “Every detail.”