Kevin shrugged. “Nothing yet, but we got a lead on a private viewing of the old tournament, cut down to only the highlights of what we can expect from the rifts here.”
Kacy nodded to Liz, who finally sat up and joined them.
“Yup. I already agreed for us to go as well. It’s next week, and while we won’t learn much, it can’t hurt.”
Matt smiled down at Liz.
They had spent years undercover and created their own understanding of subtle signs, and her drawing on his chest was one of them.
She was indicating that the team was one they should get to know as she expected them to do well enough in the tournament that they were worth becoming acquainted with.
The drunk act was exactly that—an excuse for her to get close without anyone questioning it.
Kacy leaned back as a waiter dropped off th
