I planned on holding off on Danny Graves until the end. Let him sweat it when he realized someone was coming after the other men who had been with him at the bar on the night they had murdered Mark.
First things first, however. I had to get rid of the damned tracking implant. Once I had, I could create my new identity. That required new ID, which meant a new look. I was an expert at that. If I hadn’t been, I’d be dead by now. A thought that brought me back to Mark as I wondered how Danny Graves had made him. Somehow, in Mark’s interaction with him, he must have said or done something that didn’t sit right with the bastard. What? I’d never know unless in the end I could convince Graves to tell me. I use the word ‘convince’ loosely. I intended to do to him what he and his men had done to Ma
