"And?"
"We have a name—Vonda Belmore."
I frowned. "Why would he give you her name? It makes the hunt far too easy."
"Yeah, that's what's got us worried."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Where are you?"
I hesitated. "At your place."
He groaned. "Don't tell me Riley's listening—"
"Yes, she is," Riley said mildly, over my shoulder. "And she's very interested in the reason why you're involving Risa in Directorate business."
"Because I have no other damn choice, that's why. Look, I'll explain everything later. Right now, we have a murderer to hunt, and Ris has to be in on it."
"Is this something I can help with? I have more experience than Ris—"
"Yeah, but that's not going to help in this case. She made contact with the killer on the astral plane before she knew we were after him, and now he won't deal with anyone else."
"He's a murderer. He should be dead, not dealing with anyone, least of all Risa."
"The problem is, he's a fucking ghost and we can't find him. We have to use Risa to have any hope of tracking him down, but trust me, we'll take good care of her."
"I trust you, Rhoan. I just don't trust the killers you hunt."