Magellan let go of Serrin and it was obvious he was thinking hard. Probably thinking it was worse than he’d feared. That Serrin knew almost everything—and maybe even did know everything. Killing him—even killing all of them—would be futile now. What Serrin had told him was enough. Them searching through non-official databases—that was Sutherland’s brain at work. Magellan had only one card left to play now. But he would take a long time working himself up to being able to do it.