Nick flipped his wrist over and gently tapped against his brand there with two fingers, then rubbed a small circle, satisfied the ink Todd had used to change the TR to a TM didn’t smudge. It wasn’t perfect, but unless someone looked very closely, it was hard to tell it was altered. The only way it was going to be that carefully scrutinized was if someone knocked Nick out cold first.
He whistled softly as he headed to the stairs that led straight down to the lower deck. It would go directly by the main deck, so unlike the main staircase it was open to anyone, slaves included. There were very few regulations about slaves moving about the boat alone, and all of those seemed to pertain to the main promenade and the uppermost deck with the ballroom and gambling facilities.
They’d split up to
