Kent crossed his hands across his chest, looking weary and about ten years older. Was he tired or simply pretending to let down his guard?
“Did you know about the trophies?”
He looked at me blankly. Apparently not.
With a wary gaze, Rey shifted to the edge of the sofa. “Man, when this is over, I"m gonna need a big drink.”
“Help yourself,” he jerked a thumb at the bar.
I recalled the first time we"d come here and how easily he"d moved the bar panels. Anyone visiting for the first time would not have known how to maneuver those tricky panes. “You"ve been here before.”
He didn"t respond.
Whatever. It didn"t matter at this stage. “Colt detonated that cell-phone bomb at the Bishop Street office, didn"t he?”
Kent offered a Mad Hatter grin.
“How"d you two connect?” Linda asked, keeping t
