“we must answer a more immediate question: why now?” “Why now?” Wendell repeated. “What do you mean?” There was something a little too guileless about the way he said it, and the way he was gazing at the notes I had scrawled upon the blackboard as if suddenly fascinated. I narrowed my eyes. “Why is your stepmother only now sending assassins after you? Surely she could have tracked you down sooner than this. She’s had ten years.”
