“She’s upset that she didn’t kill him,” Gideon said wearily. “She’s afraid he’ll be back and she’s right. But he’s gone for today. We’ll have to regroup and manage security, though. But I’m going to let the Bureau handle it for now. I’m too tired.” He rubbed his temples. “But you’re right, Rafe. DJ was tracking Ephraim. The Escalade that Ephraim was using had a tracker stuck to the undercarriage.”

“How did DJ get a tracker on Ephraim’s vehicle?” Mercy asked. “And how did he get an Escalade?”

Gideon sighed. “The Escalade belonged to Belinda Franklin’s doctor. Police found him dead in his home. Broken neck, same as Ephraim’s other victims. Ephraim’s prints were on a coffee cup in the doctor’s house, so he was definitely there, but we don’t yet know how DJ connects.”

Mercy couldn’t think about how close they’d come to losing Farrah, André, and Damien, so she shoved that fear into the box, too. Hammered the lid. Focus on facts, not fear. “But that means DJ knew Ephraim would be visiting the doctor at his home.”

“We recovered the doctor’s cell phone,” Gideon said. “It’ll take a little time to unlock it, but we’ve got software to do the job. We’ll figure out who called him and when.”

“What about the safe-deposit box?” Mercy asked. “The key I got from Ephraim’s mother.”

Gideon’s grin was feral. “We got the warrant and will be opening the box first thing in the morning. I’ll let you know as soon as one of them tells me what’s in it.” His grin became a scowl. “I’m officially not permitted to even be in the room when they search the contents of the safe-deposit box. I’m too close to the case. Had to recuse myself. Again.”

“So what will you do?” Rafe asked. “Go back to work and try to find someone to leak you info?”

“Yes,” Gideon said simply, then smiled when Rafe snorted. “Seriously, someone will give me the basics on what they find. In the meantime, I’m going back to my normal job, translating chatter, but I’ll keep my ears open for mentions of psilocybin sales.”

Mercy leaned forward in her chair to lightly clasp Amos’s hand. “Thanks for that tip, Amos. We owe you one for that.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Gideon said gruffly. “And I’m sorry that I thought you killed Ephraim.” He sighed heavily. “And thank you for saving Mercy. For that I owe you everything.”

Mercy rested her head on Gideon’s upper arm. “I owe everybody,” she said lightly, “because all of you have saved me at least once.”

Rafe met her eyes across Amos’s bed and gave her a slow wink. “Worth it.”

Gideon hesitated, then hugged Mercy to his side, hard enough to make her wince. “Worth it,” he whispered. “I’m so damn glad you’re here.” He cleared his throat. “You too, Amos. I’m glad you left Eden. I’m glad you got Abigail out. I’m glad you’re with us. So . . . don’t go anywhere, okay? And, just so you know, we will make sure Abigail is safe and cared for until you get out of here.”