“Let’s ask the guy who created them.” I toss the chip behind me to Rafe. He catches it with one hand. “What do you think, brother? That look real to you?” Rafe pins me with a blistering glare. His jaw locks and he gives a shake of his head so slight that I know it’s only meant for me. But I hold my ground and wait. Flaring his nostrils, he eventually looks down, flicking the chip between his thumb and forefinger.
