Sierra Sullivan remained silent, though a grim suspicion had already taken root in her mind. She was certain Hector Grant harbored the same theory, even if he refused to voice it aloud.
Unprovoked generosity always hid a dagger.
Whoever had suddenly bankrolled the orphanage was after one of two things: wealth or bodies. Since starving refugees had no money to steal, the true motive was sickeningly obvious. If Sierra could figure that out, there was no way the higher-ups were blind to it.
"What did command say?" Sierra asked softly.
She hadn't intended to press the issue. But seeing the deep lines of stress etched into Hector's face—and remembering the faces of the children at Mother Thorne's Orphanage—she couldn't hold back.
Hector didn't answer. He just let out a long, heavy sigh.
