William's teeth grit together. The probability that Spencer was lying was very large. There was very little possibility the man had taken interest enough in Sherry to merit retaining her anywhere. And yet... there still was possibility. And Birkin couldn't let it go.
"What do you want from me," he growled, his hands moving to grasp the bars of the cell. "You already have G. There's nothing more to me. You've taken everything."