In the kitchen, Netherton opened the fridge. "I’ve been with Conner, in the drone," he said, taking Rainey’s pomegranate juice to the counter and pouring a glass. "He’d just beaten five men unconscious, or a good facsimile thereof. Verity, and the girl those men had been sent to capture, left in a car, with Virgil and Dixon. Do you know where they were going?" He drank half of the juice.