"Christ," Jon murmurs, quiet horror written all over his face as he tries to wrap his head around the notion. It's one thing to pick up the pieces slowly, follow the trail to these things, but having them laid out like that? It makes the mind reel.

A gear in his head turns, and his face drops again, just as he's recovering.

"Oh, god. Is... is that what Martin meant by him doing a favor for Lukas? Was he involved?"