I looked at him. "Different from you. Mace sees things I miss. You handle things I need handled. Both matter."
He accepted that with a small nod.
"Come back before she leaves for the dinner," he said.
"I will."
"And Noah."
I stopped.
"Be careful," he said. "If the wrong person finds out Pierce handed something over before we're ready to move it creates a problem we can't solve quietly."
"I know," I said.
I walked out to the car.
The drive to my parents house took forty minutes. I rode alone. The city moved around me the way it always did, indifferent and constant.
I thought about the name the whole way there.
Not the implications. Not the plan. Just the name. The fact that it existed in the same document as everything else we'd found. The fact that someone had been standing clos
