JJ
The old phone sat on the clubhouse table inside a clear evidence bag, and I hated how familiar it looked.
A crack crossed one corner of the screen. The case was scuffed. Somewhere under the black glass was the version of my life where every message had to be measured against whether Havoc might see it, whether he might ask where I had been, or whether I had forgotten to erase something harmless that he could still turn into a problem.
Benny pulled out the chair beside me. “You look like it insulted you.”
“It kind of did.”
Nixx stood across from us with a map of North Town spread beneath his hands. Jarek and Marcus had already gone through possible locations, but nobody had moved beyond that conversation until I was sitting at the table.
Nixx tapped the industrial edge of town.
“W
