"I'm not chasing a rumor," Nash said. "Not tonight."
Briar stood by the window, arms crossed, watching him the way someone watches a door they're not sure is locked. "That's not a rumor anymore. That's a photograph."
"A photograph you haven't shown me."
"Because I don't have it. I have someone who saw it, twenty years ago, filed in a cabinet that got cleared out before I was even doing this work." She stepped closer. "You went quiet the second I mentioned him. That's not nothing."
"I went quiet because I have a hit to plan for Wednesday and a man watching my file, who could get me killed before any of this uncle business matters." Nash kept his voice level, refusing to give her more. "Whatever happened to him happened before either of us was in a position to do anything about it. Right
