A single brow quirked up at the suggestion. Devyn's expression didn't shift otherwise, her eyes sharp upon his face.

"A novel thought," she murmured, mulling the idea around, examining the logistics, who would want to be involved. She kept her smile to herself. "How are you going to convince them that you could find something? And if you find nothing--"

She let the suggestion hang for a time. Then, she breathed out.

"Is his office in your home? Or did he have another?"