THE DUCHESS
“You actually have a face?”
She spun the laptop to face me, looking very proud of herself.
“Smashed it, Shorty. Can you run facial and see if you can ID the guy?”
She shrugged. “Hopefully, boss. The quality is not good. I might be able to get a shortlist, but if anyone can get any further information, that would be handy.”
“Thanks, Shorty. Can you send me a copy of that photo? We’ll see if anyone knows our mystery crap arsonist. Tank, can you show a printout of that around the club and see if anyone recognises them?”
They both nodded.
Now, to call Fishnet and my Duke.
The phone rang for what felt like forever. Fishnet can be pretty bad at picking up the phone when she wants to be.
“Duchess!” she shouted when she eventually answered.
“Hey, Fishnet. Can you grab Rogue a
