Mance was ready for the day to be over, but he knew he wouldn’t get what he wanted. It had been one thing after another, and he was sure the stress had taken years off his life. He had honestly thought the destruction of the hotel could be the worst thing that could happen, but he had been too optimistic and naive. Of course something worse would pop up, and of course he would be the point of contact for literally everyone dealing with it.“You look terrible, Mance.”“Oh, really? I had no idea,” Mance said dryly as he turned to face Vaughan, the most decorated detective in the city, whom he had pulled to help. If there was one positive in this gigantic clusterfuck, anything he asked for, Master Zane would make sure the request was approved.It would have been a surprise if that wasn’t the case with Miles involved.He narrowed his eyes and asked, “I hope the happiness I see on your face is because of a breakthrough in finding who these people are.”Vaughan chuckled. “Oh, I’m just happy that we’re alive. When you escape death, everything seems so trivial, doesn’t it? And I did find something. The building contains several pictures of people known for their generosity, and records show they all visited this place often. They are deeply involved in charities, and more specifically, they have taken in impoverished children from other cities for decades and given them a good life here.”Mance wasn’t sure what to make of that. “Are you saying they’re involved, or have they been using these good people’s work as a cover?”Vaughan shook his head. “I can’t say just yet… and I already checked on the children who aged out, but it seems that everyone moved to other cities or remote outposts. I have somebody tracking them down, but it’ll take a week to get news if I’m being optimistic.”Mance rubbed his face in exhaustion. “So they’ve been active in this city for several decades, and somehow they’ve been running a pick-pocketing (...)