“A few days.” Mason responded, indicating that it would take him time to get there.
“Look for the bird.”
Mason hung up the phone and exhaled. Raven would meet him in Vegas at the Rio. Sure, it wasn"t complicated code, but it was enough to slide under the radar of casual listeners. Mason glanced at the key and the number one in faded gold lettering on the tag. He made his way into the bar and up the stairs to the room he and Alaric had stayed in just a few weeks before with the matching number one on the door.
He had no idea what favor the old man would ask, but he supposed it didn"t really matter. Short of asking him to do something against his sense of morality, Mason knew he"d do what he needed to in order to get back to DC.
Mason sat on the bed and pulled open his bag. He smiled as
