"So," Rubble said tiredly. "The club thinks Tinker and his ol' lady betrayed them, robbed them, set them up, and then fled together. But the truth is that Ria was some sort of spy and Tinker figured it out. He left because he thought it would help. It didn't. And all of this is because of some secret invention he was working on that no one knew about?"
"That's the gist of it," Gamble mumbled.
"No, there's more," I said, and they all looked at me. "The clues we found in Sorsha's home... Tinker was trying to protect her. Not in the past either. Right now. He was trying to look for somewhere to keep her safe. Not himself. Not his inventions. Not the home they stayed in. His daughter. Either he still thought someone would use Sorsha against him, or she was the real target. And if no one knew
