The Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand
There, right between his neck and shoulder, a black tattoo spread like roots creeping down to his chest, which was still covered by that layer.
That pattern... was exactly like the photo Elliot had shown me earlier that afternoon.
The Black Lotus core membership tattoo.
I looked up, meeting his eyes. He was calm, but for the first time, I felt the mask crack. There was a flicker of tension beneath his cool exterior.
"So you finally saw it, Vance."