Letters, Myron didn't know. A, B, and C were just about the only ones - and W, because that was the obvious one. But who else would they be asking about? If there was anyone else who'd plotted to blow up the Sanctuary in the last week, Myron hadn't heard about it. And that was something even someone living at the bottom of the rotting barrel would have heard about.

He sighed, crossed his arms, and leaned back against the counter. "No." Still such a strange sensation, feeling himself speak and feeling the vibrations and knowing he was saying something, but not being able to hear it. Not having any idea what his own volume was. "She's well and truly disappeared. Haven't heard hide nor hair. And believe me, if I had, I'd have told you."

He wanted Marr dead. He wasn't ashamed to admit that, and he didn't regret it. He wanted Marr found, and he wanted Pleasant to be the one to find her, because Pleasant was the one most likely to deal with her outside of the system. Myron only wished he could be there to see it.

"I can set you on the right path, though," he added as an afterthought. "If you give me a minute, I've got some names of the only people in Ireland who would be able to disappear someone so completely even Miss Sorrows herself wouldn't know what happened to them."