Page 77 of Rogue's Path
“Don’t you think someone will notice him wandering through their tents?”
Oh yeah. Bishop isn’t exactly a man that you miss. “His official story is he’s checking to see if everyone is comfortable or if they need anything.”
“Bishop is being friendly and welcoming.” Havoc smirks. “We need to save that video for posterity.”
Although funny, I’m not sure it’s worth getting on Bishop’s bad side for. “There’s one more thing.”
“Am I going to need a drink for this?”
Probably. “Day drinking wouldn’t be a suggested response.”
Havoc walks over to the bar and pours one, anyway. “Tell me.”
“Reaper planted something in Rhys’ room.”
“Something?” He stares at the drink in his hand, questioning the need to shoot it before setting it down.
“All we know is that it isn’t a bomb. But I didn’t think she’d appreciate us pulling everything of hers apart.” Or touching her things at all. If she were mine, I’d be more than irked.”
“Then go find her.”
That was exactly what I expected Havoc to say. “Before we do that, I want to address the tattoo again. Her husband isn’t here. Rhys won’t ask questions.”
“It’s less risky. But do you want to bring her into this?”
“What risk is there? No one knows we had anything to do with the three deaths. The kids threw a party there last nightwith zero issues. It’s not like we’re asking her to identify the body.”
“Fine, we’ll ask her. Then we’ll find out what Reaper hid in her room.”
***
Rhys walks into her room hours later. “I don’t know whether to thank you for rescuing me from that line—I always forget just how bad tattooing like this hurts—or to worry that you pulled me away.”
A little of both would be the right answer. “We need to ask you to look at something in private.” While Bishop checked for bombs, Torque swept the room for bugs—that kid was ecstatic to play super spy—enabling us to speak freely in her room.
“Look at something?”
Havoc pulls the photograph out of his pocket. It looks way more casual than if he were carrying a file folder. “Do you know who did this tattoo?”
She raises an eyebrow at him but takes it without asking a question.
I knew she wouldn’t.
“Sure. He was my dream mentor. Do you see how well this aged? It’s still flawless after all these years.”
What? “You know how old this tattoo is just based on the picture.”
“Exactly no. But the guy who did this died almost eight years ago.” She lifts the image closer.
And yet another literal dead end.
“This woman though…she feels so familiar. Where do I know her from…”
Know her?
“That’s weird. I never forget a face…I know I’ve seen her before.”
“If you remember, let us know.” Havoc steps forward. “This next part you aren’t going to like.”
