““Not daring to look at Chaol, she asked, “Do you know who Rourke Farran is?” The name made her sick with long-suppressed rage and grief, but she managed to say it. Because even if she didn’t want the entire truth … there were some things she did need to know about her capture. Still needed to know, even after all this time. She felt Chaol’s attention on her. “The crime lord?” She nodded, her eyes still on that street where so many things had gone so horribly wrong. “Have you ever dealt with him?” “No,” Chaol said. “But … that’s because Farran is dead.” She lowered the paper. “Farran’s dead?” “Nine months ago. He and his three top men were all found murdered by …” Chaol chewed on his lip, searching for the name. “Wesley. A man named Wesley took them all out.””
