"Yep," her brother Gareth, who was sitting opposite her, confirmed. "How did the Alliance find them, you think?" Alison asked. "No idea, perhaps someone talked. Or perhaps they managed to sniff us out somehow. Who knows what these animals are capable of?" Gareth shrugged. "Are you sure they're just holding dad and the others prisoner and they haven't actually killed them?" Alison had been talking to someone from the Alliance in an attempt to create her cover, but her contact was so distant, so cold, that she couldn't get a read on him. She was told that their entire race was made up of dangerous killers, but she hadn't been able to gather any real evidence of just how ruthless they could be. "We don't know anything for sure. But it would make sense for them to try and squeeze him for information first. That gives us a little time before they realize he won't talk." Gareth ran his hand over his tightly cropped hair.
