Page 36 of Black Reign

Just becoming drunk enough to admit what matters.

I unlock my secure device.

“No copies.”

Drew looks offended.

“With what phone?”

Fair.

I open the encrypted vault.

The first photograph appears.

A woman from behind.

Caramel-brown hair blowing softly across her shoulders while she stands beside London Bridge, looking toward the horizon.

No face.

No timestamp.

No metadata.

Nothing useful.

I hand the device to Vale.

He studies it.

Passes it to Leo.

Drew leans over Leo's shoulder.

“That's not Sergei.”

“Could be a wig,” Jalen says.

Drew thinks about that.

“Good point.”

Kane takes the device.

“She sent you this after London?”

“Yes.”

He studies the image.

“She was there.”

“I don't know that.”

“She was there.”

“I've considered it.”