"Someone was feeding Warwick before the kidnapping."
Callum dropped the file on my desk. I looked up from the Night Court monitoring notice .
"Say that again."
Callum stood across from me, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight. "Warwick had contacts inside the Night Court before Elise and Reid were taken."
I stared at him. The paper in front of me had already been enough of a steaming pile of political goat shit. The Night Court had formally notified Graymoor that our situation would be monitored. Not reviewed, not observed.
"And we know this how?"
"One of our informants in Eldermarch heard the name Shadow Rock mentioned in a closed corridor three weeks before the kidnapping."
"Three weeks."
"Yes."
"Before Warwick crawled out of whatever tragic cave he was brooding in."
Callum's mouth tightened. "Before he made contact with us directly, yes."
I pushed back from the desk. "Fuck me sideways with a ceremonial spear."
"Rhys."
I leaned back and gestured for him to continue.
