Nixx
The still on the monitor was grainy enough that Jarek refused to call it an identification.
I didn’t need him to.
I had spent too many hours studying Razor’s face, his walk, the way he carried his shoulders, and every piece of footage we could get after he picked Havoc up outside the courthouse. The man across the street from JJ’s shop wore a dark cap pulled low and had his head turned just enough to blur part of his face.
It was still him.
“I’m ninety percent,” I said.
Jarek stood beside me in the clubhouse security room with Marcus on the other side of the monitors. “Ninety isn’t a hundred.”
“It’s Razor.”
Marcus leaned closer. “If it is, he wants something.”
That part I agreed with.
The new camera had only been installed three days ago. JJ controlled everything inside the
