“Tab.” I was whispering. She was breaking me here. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t know who else to contact besides you and your brother, except… Drake. I contacted Drake.”

That’s how he knew.

The dots were starting to connect, but there were so many of them.

“Just tell me.”

Her head bobbed up and down. “I will. I promise. It’s just, it’s hard.” She flicked another tear away, and her voice dropped another decibel. “I got in contact with him, and he called me. I told him what was happening, and I asked if he knew or could find out anything to help me, help my family. That’s all I did in the beginning, I swear.”

And knowing Drake, even if he was in prison, that wouldn’t stop him.

“What else?”

“He said he’d ask around, see if he could find a solution to my problem. After that, nothing happened. Not for a long time until suddenly he called, the day before Jordan came to get Zellman, and he said that things were in motion. He was going to set things in motion and to be ready. That’s all he said.”

I frowned. “The day before Jordan went to Roussou?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Then the next day, he called again and he said, he had a name to help me out. But he couldn’t tell me over the phone because you know…” Because calls were recorded, and I nodded, knowing what she meant. “But he said he’d email and give me directions what to do.”

“That was the day Jordan went to Roussou?”

Another nod. She started picking at the grass underneath her. Pulling blade after blade up, running her fingers down it, smoothing it until she tore it in two. She sliced each one straight down the line, an almost perfect tear. “The day, but I didn’t know Jordan was coming when Drake called me.”

“What did he say in the email?”

“It was weird, but I figured it was coded again, because you know.”

Because they could read emails, too.

“He said, “I’ve thought about your problem and I think you need to go back with your boy. You need to take the advice of his crew, and you never know, the solution might be the most random.”

“That was it?”