He didn’t answer right away. He looked from the compass to Vance, measuring something. “That?” he finally said, though he seemed to clearly know. The delay told Vance this wasn’t just a lucky find at a pawn shop.
“Yes,” Vance said. “That.” His voice sharpened. The rain on the roof sounded louder. Liam exhaled slowly. “It was a…gift…from a friend,” he said. The pauses were almost deliberate. Vance saw that the younger man was nervous now, sweating profusely.