Jagger had the decency to wait until the next morning to approach Travis about running the facial recognition. If he were being completely honest, he was nervous. He hadn't meant to attack Travis that way, it was the last thing he had wanted to do. Purposely, he had stayed away until late morning. When he entered the clubhouse, he spotted Tyler.
"You know where Travis is?"
Tyler grimaced. "He and his much shorter hair are in the cave."
"Shorter hair?"
"Yeah, dude. It was kinda short to begin with, but they had to buzz him to put some staples in his head where you busted it wide open. I'm not sure you're the person he wants to see today, if you get what I mean."
Now Jagger felt really bad. His temper had gotten the better of him—that and the shock. "Has Liam said anything?" Things like
