He arrived at the Vale house at nine the next morning.
Roman let him in without speaking, which meant Roman had already understood from the text that this was a sit-down conversation rather than a drop-by. He'd made coffee. He'd also, Eli noticed, closed the door to the study and left the library open, which was where they both thought better.
Eli sat in the chair by the window. Roman sat on the edge of the table across from him with his arms crossed, not defensive, just contained in the way he got when he was listening.
Eli told him about the letter. The park. Luther.
Roman's jaw tightened once, visibly, when Eli got to the part about going alone, but he said nothing and let Eli continue.
He told him about the drive. About H. About Holt and the surviving researchers in London. About the connection to the Ross family.
He told him about Irina Vasek.
When he finished, the library was quiet.
"Luther Thorne," Roman said finally.
