Vance felt anger rise, but underneath it was a painful familiarity. Adam had said something similar once—about trusting the wrong things. Systems. Signals. People. Vance had dismissed it.
“How did you get the compass?” Vance asked. Liam swallowed. “I went to the scene after,” he said. “Not right away. A few hours later, but before the police came. We hear such news internally pretty quickly. I kept to the shadows. There were still marks on the barrier. Bits of glass.”