“The deceased meant something to him. But Ashley—she matters more,” Boston said, quieter now, like he couldn’t quite let it go.
Micah shifted slightly beside him, still watching Law instead of the room.
“Sage said he needed air. Then vanished.” Micah finally spoke.
Law didn’t respond.
He didn’t need to.
His gaze shifted off the photo and into the room, taking it in as a whole instead of pieces. Nothing jumped out as chaotic. It wasn’t a mess. It was controlled.
Too controlled.
Boston was still talking behind him, words running together, trying to make sense of what he’d seen. Law let it pass. The details didn’t matter as much as the result.
Sage had seen who the victim was. Recognized her. Then he’d left.
That told him everything he needed to know.
This wasn’t about the scene anymore.
It was about where Sage had gone next.
And Law was already moving to follow.
Law turned toward the door, already moving.
“Wait,” Micah said quietly, holding up his phone. “I had Syx run a trace on Sage’s phone. He did one better—found the Lyft Sage called and where it dropped him off.”
“Syx is good like that. Almost as good with tech as Sage,” Boston said, edging closer to look at the screen.
“That he is,” Law agreed, stepping in. He glanced at the address.
“Someone say my name?” A tall, good-looking man—late-twenties, stepped inside.
“When’d you get here?” Boston gaped at Syx.
“He came with me,” Rip said smoothly, stepping in behind Syx.
“You checking up on me?” Boston squinted at Rip suspiciously.
Rip snorted. “Why? You need a keeper?”
“You want the job?” Boston smirked.
“Good, you could make it,” Law gripped Rip’s offered hand, cutting off the man’s reply. If he had replied at all.
“Of course.” Rip walked through the room. “Who is she?”
“Jade,” Boston said. “The roommate.”
“Roommate?” Rip frowned.
“Ashley Voss.”
“Who’s she?” Rip flipped Law a glance.
“Don’t know,” Law murmured.
