Death.
It was Blaze making the gesture, though, so maybe it was his over-dramatic way of indicating something less bloody that he was going to do with his computer system? Seeing it unsettled me all the same. Should a cop really look that eager about the idea of killing, even metaphorically?
Of course, as Garrison had gleefully pointed out earlier today, these men weren’t typical cops.
Julius said a few more things with brisk motions of his hands. Then Garrison jerked out his phone. He was standing at an angle where the screen, which he was holding away from the other guys, showed up almost perfectly on the kettle’s reflection. I restrained a satisfied smile as I noted the four-digit passcode he quickly typed in.
Jackpot. I filed the number away in my mind, tying each digit to an image to make sure it’d stick and I’d recall it when necessary later.
There’d been some development in the case that they didn’t want me to know about, but that didn’t matter. I crossed my feet beneath the table and brought the apple to my mouth. When I sank my teeth in the crisp flesh, its tart juice seeped down my throat, and then I let myself smile.
I didn’t need their permission to learn whatever they knew about the case. I only needed to not get caught.