Artemis led him to the end of the hall, to a bathroom. It was old, like the rest of the mansion. The floor had uneven, little white tiles and the bathtub had feet and a rickety railing holding up a curtain.

She hung the coat on the corner of the door, then pointed to a rusty folding chair, propped in the corner of the room. "Start reading me anything in the file that seems interesting," she ordered Sam. "There's a missing piece. Something connecting this attack to the Devil's Gate."

And then she turned on the tap for the shower.