That gets Jacob a strange look in return, like Ezekiel can't quite decide whether to be amused or confused by the suggestion. "I'm not part of anything. I work for them."

The thief, the tool, the asset. That's that. And there's no room for failure with the Brotherhood.

He brings up his hand to rub at his forehead. "If you don't want any ransom money, what else do you want? I'm not gonna tell you anything."