James blanched, dropping his bottle to the table. They'd what? They'd actually gotten there fast enough to see---"And what do you know! Did you track him? Were you able to follow him?"
Fucking hell, if they were able to track down one of the death eaters that had killed his father----Frank would definitely make sure it was done legally, too, so that the fucking scumbag couldn't get off or...James' eyebrows furrowed. In all his time with the Order, they had only managed to get one death eater put behind bars, and that was because he'd left a huge trail of evidence behind him.
"What do you know?" he said, sounding a multitude less interested than he had just seconds ago. It was pointless, they just weren't capable.
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