LEXIE
Days had passed but I couldn't stop thinking about the photographs and the initial D.C.
I had told myself I would leave it alone. I had the images saved on my burner phone and I had looked at them enough times that certain pages were starting to feel familiar, looking again wasn't going to change anything.
But D.C. kept sitting at the back of my head like a splinter I couldn't reach, the thing was, I was good at research. You learned how to search properly. How to follow a thread without losing it. How to cross reference until something solid came back.
I had a name, or what I thought was a name. I had dates. I had amounts of money that suggested serious operations, not small time anything, and I had a connection to the Iron Reapers that someone had thought important enough to do
