asked.
‘Names,’ Norah said.
‘Judges.
Detectives.
Donors.
Women.
Witnesses.
Everyone Arthur paid.
Everyone he sold.’
But then she said something that made Dante’s expression go blank in a way Leo knew to fear.
‘Arthur’s name isn’t first.’
He leaned closer.
‘Who is?’
Norah whispered a name so softly only Dante heard it.
Eamon continue reading …
