A picture of the three of them, Gabe, Lena, Jack. Laughing, maybe a bit drunk at a Christmas party, with Jesse scowling in the background. A multitool. Some tamales--she could never make them like he could, but she's close--and a list of names and connections and how they're tied together. It's incomplete, but it's a start.
“Goddamnit, girl.”
Yeah, he knows it’s her. No mistaking those tamales.
Needless to say, he’s worried - but impressed.














