“We just found something we lost a long time ago, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.” Case flicks his smoke to the ground, and I stomp on it. “You all have your knickers in a twist because you found something you lost? It must have been something pretty fucking special to have you all acting this wound up.” Case snorts, pulling me to his body. “You have no idea. Special doesn’t even begin to explain it.” I run my finger over the tattoo on his jawbone. I want to ask why he has the word “checkmate” tattooed on his face, but decide it’s better to leave it for another day.
