Liam rubbed his chin slowly, eyes still drifting back toward the cordoned street behind them as if the answers might still be lying there in the blood and shattered concrete.
"If we want to find this fledgling," he said at last, voice calm but edged with tension, "where do we even start from."
Irina did not answer immediately. She turned around as she head for get car, When she finally looked at him, she shook her head.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "That's the problem."
Liam studied her face. Irina was rarely uncertain. When she was, it meant the situation was already bad.
After a brief pause, she pushed off the car and straightened. "But we can narrow it down."
"How," Liam asked.
She gestured with her chin toward the direction of the station. "Forensics. We pull the full list of casualties from the attacks. Everyone who died as a direct result of whatever did this."
Liam nodded slowly. "And then."
