Bab 59: Property of Keira Hawkins

"That is really unhelpful," Keira broke the silence as they got into another one of Nate's fancy cars.

They decided to just leave the no-longer-named Mr. Phil Lashio in his garbage-filled studio apartment. He was no longer needed. Such a downer.

"For you, maybe."

She glanced from the corner of her eyes, catching the slight pull on Nate's lips. "What, you know who is that just from the tattoo alone?"

"No, of course, not," he snorted, "But, I do know someone who can identify a person with a tattoo alone."

"Yeah, right, who is that? A tattoo artist who works for you as a snitch?"

The wolfish grin on Nate's annoyingly handsome face was the only answer. Damn, she was only guessing foolishly.

That being said, no more than an hour later did Nate slow down and stopped in front of a shady building with 'Ollie's Tattoo' painted on the tinted glass window.