Probably not the best choice of words. A million things ran through Mozenrath's head at once, but first and foremost he felt denial -- that he was hearing this from her at all. That it sounded like she was giving up. He really didn't know what she meant about things being dug up -- he didn't know her past all that well, or if it was something that specifically happened here, but all roads, in his own refusal to be told what he should be, pointed to one person.

Mozenrath drew in a calming breath, and for a minute he couldn't look directly at her. When he spoke, for the first time in a long time he actually sounded dangerous.

"What did he do?"