Gareth leaned back from the desk, his eyes burning from the dim glow of the computer and the endless lines of print. For days, the silence of his office had been broken only by the dry scraping of paper and the soft click of his mouse. The three original rogues directly tied to the attack on Edmund were dead, that much had been established, but dead men left trails. Gareth had followed every branching line, every obscure change of surname, going through decades of obscurity until the threads finally converged into something meaningful.
Two of the three families were living together in the same area.
