Roman sent the details on Tuesday.

Just an address and a time. No preamble. No explanation. Like they had been doing this for years instead of days.

Wednesday. 9pm. Ask for Dev at the side entrance.

Jax stared at the message for thirty seconds then typed back a single okay and put his phone face down on his hotel bed and stared at the ceiling for a while.

Knox appeared in the doorway of the adjoining room. "You good?"

"Fine," Jax said.

Knox looked at him. "You've been smiling at your phone for two days."

"I haven't been—"

"Jax."

"Go away Knox."

Knox went away.

He arrived at nine on...