I stared at the serpent tattoo.
That same symbol. Black ink. Faded at the edges.
It sat right there…. on Mr. Blake's wrist. The same as the one I saw on the man who hurt Liam. The same one on Scarface. On Baldy.
And now it was on him.
He kept talking on the phone, facing the wall, unaware that he'd just peeled a mask off without realizing.
What the hell was going on?
I swallowed, backing up half a step, but my foot scraped lightly against the floor. He turned just slightly still on the phone and tugged his sleeve back down over his wrist.
Too late. I'd already seen it.
My mind spun.
Do I say something?
Do I ask?
What if I'm wrong?
And something inside me snapped.
He ended the call, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and turned around like nothing had happened.
I swallowed hard. My voice felt stuck in my throat, but I forced it out anyway.
"Mr. Blake?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
