He sat down. Looked at the name on Mitch's screen.
"I know the name," he said.
Everyone looked at him.
"I've known it for twelve years," he said. "It's one of the reasons I accelerated my own timeline — when I identified Grath as the thing watching the convergences, I understood the compound needed to be as strong as possible before he recognized what Ren was." He held Mitch's gaze. "I should have told you sooner. I was waiting until I had more on him."
"What do you have," Mitch said.
Daven reached into his jacket.
Produced a second folder.
Thinner than Wren's. Harder-won.
"He's not using the father's original method exactly," Daven said. "He's updated it. The original required a willing practitioner — someone who could misread a medical condition. Modern medical records are harder
