"Maybe they needed to know how it worked?" I offered.
"Maybe, but... it's still weird to me," she said. "Maybe they weren't exactly after the invention, but your dad. Maybe they wanted to recruit him or something."
"Well, how do we find out?" I asked. "Especially if the supplier is probably dead?"
"We can do some research," she suggested. "If he had other buyers, maybe they all got attacked at the same time. Maybe we can find some kind of news article or something about mysterious deaths or missing persons. People kind of like your dad."
"Other inventors?"
Sabel shrugged.
"Anyone who'd want material like that."
"This is starting to get intense," I murmured.
"Yes it is," she replied. "But you're not alone, Sorsh. You got us. You got me. We'll handle this together."
"I don't want an
