“Jericho is across the country.”
“Is he?”
Isaac felt a sense of dread coil at the base of his spine. “He’s not.”
“He’s not. He hired the city’s new thief to target your son’s research.”
“Why?”
“You put yourself in the spotlight, Arty. Makes it harder to reach you. But there are other ways to take revenge on someone. He has a buyer, some competitor of Avalon’s, but his real goal was to shake you up and find out exactly who Dalton was to you. No one was sure. By now though, he guesses he’s your son.”
“If we find him, we’ll still have to worry about the thief,” Isaac said, feeling the dread turn colder and biting inside him. “I don’t suppose you’d tell me—”