Ethan's POV

York found Patterson more swiftly than I’d thought he would. From past behavior, the rat was pretty good at laying low when he needed to. According to the text that York had sent over at the buttcrack of dawn, he’d picked Patterson up at some dive bar off the edge of town drunk off his a*s. I guess he hadn’t been hiding, which was unfortunate for him.

“I put him in the study,” York informed me the moment I stepped out of my room. ...