Page 37 of Black Reign

Vale looks toward me.

“Cameras?”

“Disabled.”

All five react.

Leo laughs softly.

“Oh, you are screwed.”

“Thank you.”

“She knew you'd look,” Vale says.

“Yes.”

“So she killed every useful feed before sending you the photograph.”

“Yes.”

Drew whistles.

“I really like her.”

“You don't know her.”

“Neither do you.”

Fair.

I swipe to the second image.

White paper.

Nothing written on it.

One dried teardrop soaked into the center.

The jokes stop.

Drew lowers the cigar.

Haverhill studies it.

“What does that mean?”

“I don't know.”

“She never explained?”

“No.”

“You didn't ask?”

“No.”

Leo looks at me.