XIX

REX

The tin box sitting in my passenger seat has dents in it from where I had to pull it out from under the sink. What the hell was Owen thinking by leaving it there?

I call him as soon as I get into my car. Luckily for me, he answers right away. “What’s wrong, Rex?”

“For starters, your little stunt last night set off all kinds of alarms at Raina’s place. I have her place wired with cameras and motion sensors,” I tell him with a twinge of annoyance.

“Did you find it?” he asks, with his voice barely above a whisper.

“The box? Yes, I found it. It didn’t take a search party or anything. Pretty fucking obvious hiding spot if you ask me.”

“I wanted it to be obvious to you. Those are the originals in that box. I have copies with me and that’s what I’m using to lay breadcrumbs for the agents I’m working with.”

“Is talking on your phone okay? I feel like you shouldn’t be talking on the phone about this.”

He sighs. “I probably shouldn’t but I just don’t give a fuck anymore, Rex. I’m tired of b