"I'm sure." Nick has already retrieved the dark, slick rectangle of his phone, the entirety of his attention devoted to the luminous glow of the screen. "I require nothing. I'm entirely capable of finding people who don't wish to be found."

He smiles, thin and sharply etched, like the cutting edge of a knife.

"My talents lie in accessing material not meant to be accessed, as I'm sure you're well aware."