"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"I think that something happened that made Tinker want to keep tabs on the local clubs. I think he spent years making sure none of them were looking for him. And I think something happened roughly six years ago that scared him."
"You think Shadow Rage knows something?"
"I think the old-timers do, but they ain't talking," he said. "Rubble's getting frustrated. He wants you, Sorsha, Psych, Ice, and Tats to go. A small group, but a group that specializes in figuring sh.it out. You and Sorsha focus on what she wants. Asking questions, keeping an eye on her, that sort of thing. The other three will do what they do best."
"Okay, but there's more," I told him, and he looked at me expectantly. "There are blueprints in there that don't make a lick of sense to
