Starks met me on the way back inside. I made sure Silla was busy helping Chantal get ready to leave so there was no danger of her overhearing anything when I took him into the office and closed the door behind us. He looked rough, like he hadn’t slept in days which I imagine he hadn’t, not to mention the fact that he’d driven for hours through the night and into the early morning.

His clothes still showed signs of the dirt and brush he’d waded through, but I doubt he even ...