"I was," she confirms. "And Dreykov is dead, and most of his lieutenants. And many of his customers."

She gives him a sidelong look, a blend of weariness and as close as she can come to understanding. "But it never goes all the way away, does it? Sometimes, there is a voice, or movement out of the corner of my eye..."

She rolls one shoulder in a shrug.

"Is that what happened, when we came in here?"