Theo shrugged, taking a sip of the cognac. "He killed my daughter," he said. "I'm not about to let that go unanswered. Besides, it was him who contacted me, found means to continue to do so. I just haven't been refusing to do what he asks. So far it has only been meaningless information."
He paused looking at Draco. "He's already told me one safe-house," he then went on. "I'd check, but without a reason to, I can't. Besides, it was a small and unimportant place, I doubt he'd keep Scorpius there. It seemed not to be used very often."
"And no, there is no turning back. I knew that when I went all in. I'm not expecting him to trust me, I'm expecting him to trust me enough to let me into his hideout. So now we need to figure something out that will need me to see him. Or Bellatrix. It's really not that important who, as long as I can slip a portkey to Scorpius."