Rewrite

AvalonReeseFanFics

A/N: Well that's is this episode coming to a close. Nice and quick this one. I believe the next one will be quick as well and a little cute. But we're moving quite quickly towards the end of season 5. I now know that Season 5 is set to end at chapter 203, except I'm still writing that last episode out so it might be a bit longer. But if it stays the way I've got it planned, the end of Season 5 will only be 11 chapters away. Guys! This is moving too fast for me! I can't believe we're almost to the end of this season! I can't believe I've written 200 chapters and I'm still going! Do you guys think I should start posting a new story called Rewrite pt.2 with the rest of the seasons in it? Cause you know… this one is getting a little long. What do you think? Don't forget to review and I'll see you guys on Wednesday!

Chapter 192

Steve jumped out of his truck, sprinting towards Max who had a gauze pad taped to the center of his forehead.

"Max, are you okay?" he asked, even though that wasn't the real question he wanted to ask. Immediately Max looked frantic.

"They took her, Commander, I tried to stop them… but they…"

Steve growled, not because he was mad, even though he was, not because he was worried, even though he was, but because he just couldn't believe that this was happening. Again. "They really took Rowan?"

"Yes. I… I should have done more to stop them… I'm sorry… I tried..."

"It's okay Max, this isn't your fault. I'm just surprised, is all. I mean, why take her? Everyone knows about the network, why are people still chancing her activating it?"

"Well she did activate it originally," he said and Steve's eyebrows raised up.

"She activated Sandy and they still took her?" Steve asked. He sounded shocked. Of course he was, the absolute audacity. He hadn't known of anyone who had ever had Sandy chirruping in their ear about threat levels and options being analyzed and then decided to still fuck with Rowan. And no one had ever activated Sandy and then taken Rowan. Usually they just tried to get Rowan to shut her down.

"Well… No. I don't know who Sandy is, but, yes. She activated the app and it came online and well, they told her to turn it off. When she wouldn't obey… they… they threatened to shoot me," he said. "It was after that that she agreed, and actually followed through on taking the network offline."

Oh god, that's why they took her, she had turned Sandy off for them. To save Max. He wanted to be mad about it but he couldn't be. Rowan had done what he would have done in that situation, she had saved their friend and given herself up. It was both of them to a tee, it just had an unfortunate side effect and that was the utter worry and panic it left Steve in.

Except today. Today it just fucking made him mad. Why couldn't they just have one week where something wasn't happening to Rowan! One?! Was that too much to ask? He didn't think he was being unreasonable.

"This is going to sound crazy, but I need to know what she said," he told Max staring at him imploringly. When Max just stared at him he tried again. "This is very important Max, I need to know exactly what she said and exactly how she said it."

"Uh… I believe she said that it was a misunderstanding and she was perfectly fine."

"Whoa, whoa, she said perfectly fine?" Steve asked.

"Yes why?"

"Because that's not the code. The code is I'm Rowan Pierce and I'm A-Okay."

"Maybe the app has new codes now that it's been upgraded," Lou offered.

Steve shook his head. "No, everything's the same. The only change is the automated aspects and that Wo Fat needs to approve everything," he said as he thought about the situation. Yes Rowan hadn't used the right code, but she must have used a code otherwise Sandy wouldn't have shut off. He tried to think, but he didn't know how her app work and he hadn't bothered to ask her to brief him in on it. After Colombia he was added to the list of people who could open her app off of her phone if something were to happen and Wo Fat had given him a direct number that would directly link to him off of Steve's won phone. Sort of like a speed dial option to talk to him through the app. Only if something were wrong with Rowan of course.

But none of that told him what code she used.

After a moment's thought he whispered: "A long time ago when the network had just been set up, the NLM took her, they were going to use her to liquidate his assets and get off the island…"

"Okay… so what?" Grover asked.

"Well he said… when Rowan complained that the network wasn't working, he reminded her that there were safety nets in place for those situations. Things like… if she shows up somewhere, with other people that weren't specified in the app, the person she's working with have to ask her to confirm that they're with her. If she says no, they're shot dead."

"So, you're thinking this is one of those times?" Grover asked. "You think she used a different code to make it look the app was shut off so they wouldn't shoot Max. Any chance you can call up that Brother of hers and ask."

Yes, he could. He did have the number. Was he going to?

"Yeah, I'm all out of favours with Wo Fat. If I ask him for help with another rescue mission it won't be pretty for me," he said.

Which loosely translated to: Hell fucking no.

He was interrupted by a call from HPD that had him and Lou back in his truck and driving off to a secondary scene. But they only left once they were certain that Max was alright with them leaving, and after promising to keeping him updated and that they'd call him when Rowan was found.

And they had found something at least.

The body had been found. Three blocks from the ME's office, didn't take their thieves long to strip that jumpsuit off their corpse. And, of course, no signs of Rowan in the vicinity. HPD was looking, of course, widening the net to see if she had escaped and was near-by but Steve knew she wasn't near-by. He'd know if she was there, they would have found each other by now if she was.

Steve and Lou stood over the body, he was kneeling, looking through the black cadaver bag they had left behind, as Lou rambled on being of no real help at all in the situation.

"Okay, I get the costume switcheroo and all that, I've had that the same thing happen to me at the dry cleaners. But normally when I get somebody else's pants, I don't go on a violent killing spree to get them back."

He turned the bag inside out, the first thing, at the bottom of the bag, was easy to spot. Rowan's phone, but with it he spotted something smaller, something shinier. He tossed Lou the phone.

"Try to open the app," he said, "If it gives you trouble hand it back."

Lou fiddled with the phone a bit as Steve fished out what was left in the bag. A single solitary diamond, from the jump suit. Except… well… it just looked way to shiny to be a fake diamond.

"Check this out," Steve said absently as he took out his phone to take a picture of the diamond. He then showed it to Lou who seemed unimpressed.

"Kay so it must have fallen off the jumpsuit," Grover said as he looked over her phone. "Looks like she had a tracker function open, by the way. Smart move, she definitely had a play here. Looks like she wanted to get Max out, let them take the body and then track it on her phone, too bad she couldn't get them out on time."

"Yeah, she usually has good plans, just wish she'd let me in on them," he said. He looked at the photo he took and smiled smugly before showing Lou the diamond again. "And this here… this is a real diamond."

Lou scowled at him. "Now, how could you possibly know that?"

"Because generally fake diamonds don't have serial numbers," Steve said showing him the enlarged picture he took on his phone. Where the serial number on the side of the diamond could be seen.

Lou nodded, obviously trying very hard not to be impressed, though he clearly was. "Well alright, that's a good one. But I think I got something better. You wanna see what I got?" he asked.

Of course, he did. Steve nodded and only then did Lou turn Rowan's phone to him. It had a big red alert on it.

Tracking Professional. Will report when location pinpointed.

"Looks like you were right. She used a code to shut her up, Sandy's still active and still tracking."

Steve smiled brightly. Yeah, that was his girl. His smart, brave girl who had a million and one back up plans up her sleeve. Those robbers better look out cause the second, the absolute second he found out where they were he was gonna kick down more than just a door to get that girl back. He was going to flat out steamroll anyone who got in his way. They better watch out.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

When Steve and Lou got back to the Palace they found out that his team had been busy chasing up leads. So that when they got back, Chin and Kono, who had pulled Danny in as well for him once they knew that Rowan had been taken, had a suspect for them.

"You guys are gonna love this. Remember this mug?" Chin asked.

"Radomir Ivanovich, he knocked over a jewelry store for a bunch of diamonds, pistol whipped Rowan, killed a mall cop friend of hers and she blew up his car," Steve recited. "He's in jail right now, what about."

"Yes, exactly," Kono said. "And according to the serial number you found on that diamond, it was from that heist."

Chin nodded and added: "Turns out, before Rowan practically blew him to kingdom come, Emma Mills hid the diamonds, and despite facing jail time refused to give the diamonds up and HPD's been trying to recover them ever since."

"And damn if it didn't just turn up in the most unexpected place," Kono said showing them a still of bedazzled Elvis suit.

"Well, we got us some pretty creative diamond smugglers," Lou said.

"Yes, and they have Rowan," Steve growled.

"What's her phone saying?" Danny asked. Steve took it out of his pocket.

"Still says locating. It's narrowing down though," he said showing them the radius it was searching. "The search radius has gotten smaller."

"It uh… it doesn't usually take that long to locate her though," Chin said and Steve paused.

"What do you mean?"

"Uh… well, when I had access to the app, if I picked the: Find Rowan option, it found Rowan," Chin said. "Never took more than 30 seconds."

"Yes but she doesn't have her phone," Steve reminded him waving the phone at him.

Chin opened his mouth to argue when suddenly a blaring Static erupted from their table and then suddenly everything went red briefly.

"What just happened," Kono asked but Steve felt like he knew.

Welcome to the Sanctuary network.

"Hi Sandy," Steve said. "Do you uh… do you have something for me?"

Hello Captain America. Yes I do. Kidnappers have been located in Hotel Room 1615 of the Wailani Hotel but Professional is not with them.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second if she's not with them then, where is she?"

I am unsure of her exact location. I cannot find her within the range of any online device or camera.

"Well Jesus Christ, what do we do then?" Danny asked Steve.

The kidnappers will need to be questioned in order to get location of Professional. I am activating nearest players to do so.

Captain America, Codename Jersey, Codename Badass, Codename Shotgun and Codename Smokey, do you accept?

They were the nearest players.

With each name came a picture, their picture, each with Rowan's codename for them printed underneath like a wanted poster. He knew everyone's nickname except Grover, he had no idea that she called him Smokey. Steve didn't even have to ask his friends to help him they all just said: "I accept," to her altogether without a second thought.

Confirmed.

You will have to move fast. Secondary players are moving in on a secondary target. They will most likely kill everyone before you can get to them. You must intercept at all costs.

"Uh… who else is coming?" Danny asked.

Radomir and Adrian Ivanovich.

And then their pictures were replaced with two different pictures on the screen.

Radomir has recently escaped prison. He spent a lot of time, bragging to the wrong people of all the things he'd like to do to Rowan to pay her back for his recent disfigurement. He was broken out by his brother Adrian, who is also ex-Serbian military. He has his fingers in everything from extortion to kidnapping and murder for hire. He has recently been brought up for War Crimes in Bosnia, which he has run from. They are looking for missing diamonds. If they find Professional before you do, they'll kill her. If they find the kidnappers before you do, Professional will also die.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Steve asked the computer as he and his team scrambled to suit up, Danny was already on the phone to get HPD to the hotel.

Last trace of the Professional is a street camera across from where they dropped the stolen van. They shoved her into a car that is now parked in the hotel parking lot. She's been dark ever since.

"Bet money she's in the trunk," Steve said.

"On a hot day like this, she'll fry," Kono said already turning to get bottles of water.

"Alright Sandy, we're on the way," he called as they all headed for the door. It was time to get his girl back.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Despite having real bad guys to look for, despite needing to find murderers, jewel thieves and their Smuggling Fake Elvis, Steve sent most of his team ahead and he and Kono went to the parking garage. He had a lot of time to wonder how, with Rowan's new powers, she hadn't just gotten herself out of the trunk. She may have been too panicked to get it to work, she had admitted that sometimes she pulled the wrong strings or that when she was really flustered it didn't work. But Steve hadn't been feeling her panic, he usually did feel something when she was in a situation like this, and it was that that had him worried that she was injured, or dying, or… god… if she was dead… what was he going to do if she was dead?

They found the car they were after and Steve immediately went for the trunk, it took all of two seconds for him to jimmy the thing open, the problem was, Rowan was just lying there that mess of black hair covering her face.

Oh god, what if he was too late?

His hands reached for her, touched her shoulders to roll her over and a static shock ran up his arms. For the first time ever he was the one who got a vision. A clear picture of her struggling with them as they tried to take her out of the back of the car. And of one of them hitting her so hard with a gun across the back of her head that she went down.

Steve blinked himself free of the vision and looked down at his girl whose eyes were opening groggily.

"Steven?" she murmured and a whisper of a laugh of relief escaped him.

"Hey, yeah, hey," he said, brushing her hair away so she could see him. Rowan lurched for him, her arms wrapping around him tightly while his did the same to her. It took him standing fully and taking one step back to have her out of that trunk. Kono was standing by with a bottle of water for her, but Rowan was too busy crying into Steve's neck.

"It's okay, I've got you now, I've got you."

"They hit me," she whispered to him.

"I know back of the head," he whispered putting a hand to her to feel the growing bump. "Do you feel woozy? Like you might throw up?"

"No," she answered. "Don't make me go to the doctor…"

But he knew she'd have to go. After cracking her head open and needing drilling, they had been very cautious about head injuries. He didn't make her go after the jewel heist, only because he had broken a promise to her and couldn't find it in his heart to force her somewhere she didn't want to go. But this time she would have to go, just to make sure she hadn't aggravated a previous injury.

"No, not now," he said to her. "Later, but not now."

"Steve, Danny and the others have confirmed the room number, they're waiting on you to storm in," she said. Rowan turned her bleary eyes to Kono and said a brief and lethargic hello to her, before relinquishing her grasp on Steve to accept the bottle of water Kono was offering her.

Steve looked at his girl, who was swaying slightly and guzzling down a bottle of water like her life depended on it. He didn't want to leave her.

"Chin is also reporting that gunshots have been heard coming from the room…"

Shit they were too late.

"I'm fine," Rowan said to him. "I'm fine, you go. Save the day."

But she wasn't fine and he wasn't leaving her. "You're coming with me," he said to her. When she turned her foggy eyes to him he knew she was going to complain. "Don't worry, I'm going to carry you, alright? Then I'll leave you with Duke, get you checked out, okay?"

Rowan said nothing but lifted her arms up so she could drape them around his neck and he could pick her up. She rested her head on his shoulder and Steve tried to not let that arouse him as he and Kono jogged up to where the others were.

True to their word, his team was waiting for him. They all watched Steve with Rowan, all of them breathing out sighs of relief when they realized that she was okay and just a little out of it. Jerry, who was clearly still at the convention, spotted them and headed over which was great because now Steve had someone to watch Rowan for him.

"Hey what are you guys doing here?" he asked, the others responded by unholstering their guns.

Steve responded by dropping Rowan onto her feet in front of him. "She's got a head injury, keep her with you and away from trouble, possibly near a garbage can, I'm positive she's going to start vomiting soon."

Rowan hit him with another weak: "I'm fine," and Steve took hold of her chin to make her look at him.

"I'm going to be right back," he said to her. "Okay? Do you hear me? I'm going to be right back."

"Okay, don't get shot," she answered immediately leaning against Jerry. She closed her eyes briefly, just briefly but when she opened them again Steve was gone and Jerry was half ushering her towards stairs.

"Do you think you're going to throw up again?" he asked her.

Fuck, again? Maybe she was concussed. They accidentally bumped into someone, Jerry said sorry to them and Rowan looked up. She recognized those eyes, recognized that face with the scar patterns on the left side, from an explosion she had rigged.

Radomir Ivanovich had escaped from jail?! God why hadn't Sandy told her that? She had no problem reporting that the man wanted to torture and kill her, she didn't think it was big news that he had fucking escaped?

She watched as recognition dawned in his eyes while beside her Jerry was whispering: "Sunset design, red and blue… that's the suit!"

What suit? What was she missing? A gun was pointed in Jerry's direction, Radomir had a hand gripping her arm, backing away from Jerry who had his hands up in surrender, the man beside him, dressed like Elvis was backing away with him.

"I spent a lot of time dreaming about what I'd do to you," Radomir growled as he dragged Rowan away. Rowan found herself rolling her eyes. For the love of god she was just not having a good day.

"Steve! Steve! The Suit! They have Rowan!" Jerry suddenly shouted diving behind a pillar in case they shot at him.

In the brief seconds in which silence hit the little foyer after that shout, Rowan saw Evil Elvis take a machine gun out a guitar case, she felt Radomir put a gun to her head, she heard Steve roar out her name and then Evil Elvis was shooting at everyone.

She heard the police return fire, but she wasn't sure which one of them clipped Radomir. She only knew when he went down because she went down with him. The problem was, her concussion decided to act up now which meant she was too dizzy to get back up, to get away, which might have been good considering all the bullets flying around. She must have been on the ground trying very hard not to throw up for a few minutes before Evil Elvis' gun jammed and suddenly he was dragging her up to use as human shield.

She could hear Kono and Grover talking to him, trying to get him to let her go, but Rowan's head was buzzing, an electrical current was travelling up her spine. The buzzing she figured was the concussion, but the spine-tingling feeling… yeah, she knew what that was.

"Shoot him, Steve! Shoot him!" she shouted, near sobbed actually and he did as he was asked.

The first shot got Evil Elvis to let her go and Rowan dropped to the floor once more. The following five were probably just because Steven was mad. And she got that, she'd be mad too if she had been in Steve's shoes.

"Nice shot boss," Kono said coming forward, Steve was already kneeling down beside Rowan, his focus back on her now that the threats were neutralized.

Rowan turned to him, with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered to him. "I'm sorry I didn't call you when I realized they were going to the morgue. I meant to, I did…"

"It's okay, Rowan," he said his arms encircling her so he could get her standing up. "It's okay."

"And they didn't listen to Sandy," she added and he nodded and added a: "Yeah I know…"

"I think I'm gonna throw up," she whispered and suddenly everyone around her was scrambling. Grover went looking for the nearest something to throw up in and brought back a fern, Kono went for her hair and Steve wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her standing.

God. She just wanted to go home. She hoped, after this, Steven just brought her home.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Luckily for Rowan, it turned out she wasn't all that concussed, turned out most of her problem was the dehydration from being locked in the trunk of a car on a hot Hawaiian day with little to no airflow. However, due to her medical history it was recommended that she be on, what Steve called, Concussion Watch. If she showed any further signs and symptoms she was to go straight to the hospital to get a cat-scan.

After getting Rowan home, after taking a bit of a nap with her, just to calm both of their nerves, Steven was woken up to a reminder of an outing he agreed to only to get Jerry off his back while he was waiting for Rowan to finish getting checked out by an EMT. A staff social at the Rumfire bar that everyone had apparently agreed to.

While he lounged in bed with his girlfriend tucked into his side, he sent a few texts to check if everyone had, in fact, agreed to it and then sent a single text off to Nahele. In a bid for more freedom, now that the boy was fourteen, they had been letting Nahele take the bus home from school. He was supposed to text when he got home and they weren't there, but Steve didn't have one from him.

His where are you text was immediately answered with: I'm in my room. You guys were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up.

Sweet kid. Very thoughtful of him. After that, when it was confirmed that everyone was going, Steve sighed to himself and got himself out of bed, trying to not wake Rowan and failing miserably. She had wanted to go, Steve wanted her to rest, and somehow that ended with Rowan getting ready. Steve had stopped arguing.

Until they realized that they didn't have anyone to watch Nahele. So they decided, since he was trying to be an independent fourteen year old boy, and he had always been a good boy, that they were going to try trusting him home alone. It was his one chance, and Steve made it clear that if they came back to a raging house party that boy was going to be grounded until he had grey hair and he'd never be left unattended ever again. No matter his age.

Steve got to drive Rowan's GTO as she had a possible head injury and he hadn't wanted to take his truck. He knew that Rowan knew that the real reason was because he felt dashing and cool behind the wheel of her car, even if it was that girly pastel purples, and luckily she said nothing but sat in the passenger seat as the wind whipped her hair around. God, even with the black hair she was lovely. He didn't think there was a single thing she could do to herself that Steve wouldn't find attractive.

They parked, met his friends in the lobby and they all headed towards the bar where they'd be drinking. Jerry was already there, mingling with the crowd of other Elvis Convention goers, their party having to be moved once Five-0 and the Ivanovich brothers started shooting everything up. They had just been seated and after Steve was certain Rowan was sitting comfortably, he figured he could get straight down to business

"Can I please have a longboard, when you're ready?" Steve said to the woman who had just sat them down.

"Hey she's a hostess not the waitress!" Danny complained.

"Same thing," Steve snapped back immediately.

"There's a big difference. I'm sorry for him, but if you do get him a beer, I'd like one too," he said to her which Kono seconded.

"I'll have a strawberry daquiri," Grover said which got an immediate: "Me too from Rowan."

"One, you're not drinking anything little lady, you're still on Concussion Watch," Steve snapped to her ignoring her scowl at him, as he turned to Grover and said: "Really, Strawberry Daquiris?"

"I'm comfortable with my manhood, brother," he said proudly while Rowan sulked and said: "Fine then you're not drinking either, designated driver." She then turned to the hostess and said: "I'll have a ginger ale and he'll be changing his order to a root beer."

All around them the table laughed but Steve said nothing but put an arm around his girl's shoulders and lounged back. Someone cleared their throat, quite loudly and when they turned towards the stage where they saw Jerry standing in front of the mic.

"They say when a star dies, its light continues to travel for hundreds of years. Tonight, both the reigning King, or shall I say Queen, of the Wailani Hotel Elvis Convention and I would like to dedicate this song to one of our own, Lane Collins. Though he's gone, his light will keep shining on us all."

Immediately Rowan was standing, but Steve had a hold of her.

"No, no, you were told to rest," he said to her but Rowan just smiled at him. She pressed a kiss to him, slipped his grip and rushed off to where Jerry was waiting for her, guitar in hand. Steve sighed but let her do it, knowing better then to try and get her to stop when she put her mind to something. But he didn't lounge back, even though their drinks had come, he sat on the edge of his seat ready to swoop in if Rowan got dizzy or woozy.

She took the guitar that Jerry offered. For a moment the two of them whispered to one another before she nodded. He turned to the band said a little something to them as well and then Jerry turned back to Rowan where they shared a bit of a moment. He counted her in and just like that Rowan was strumming away on her guitar. Acoustic, just like her first performance but it was Jerry singing.

Treat me like a fool. Treat me mean and cruel but love me. Break my faithful heart tear it all apart, but love me.

The glow on Rowan's face as she stared at Jerry was worrying. Steve was ready to jump up and intervene if things got a little out of hand or if it looked like she was getting a little too excited. Damn if singing to her did that to her face, maybe Steve should practice singing with her more often.

The next set was for Rowan and when she hit them with her own smoky version of that song Steve's breath was taken away.

I would beg and steal, just to feel your heart, beating close to mine. Well, if you ever go. Darling, I'll be oh so lonely. Begging on my knees, all I'm asking please, please, love me.

"Well I guess that explains how she won," Kono said shooting a smile at them but Steve was lost. His girl and her magical voice. How had he ever gotten so lucky?

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Chin was running late. He knew he was running late and he was expecting one of his friends to call wondering where he was. It wasn't that it had taken him longer to get ready, he just, hadn't quite been motivated to go.

But one well placed text from Rowan that said: If you don't show up I'm gonna come and drag you out was all he needed to get his butt in gear. She and McGarrett had been really good at that recently, of sensing when he was really doing bad about Malia and intervening. When it was fresh, Steve had been very good at checking in on him, after living with him and seeing first hand that the pain was still there, living under his skin, Rowan had been even better.

So he knew not to argue with that text. He was almost to the hotel when the phone rang.

"Hey, I'm pulling up to the hotel now," Chin said, assuming the call was his friends wondering where he was.

"Hello, Chin," came back at him in Gabriel's trademark smug voice. "It was good seeing you this morning."

"What do you want, Gabriel?"

"Oh, a little gratitude, for starters," he snapped. "If I hadn't killed that IA detective, you'd be behind bars right now."

Chin scoffed. "I've spoken to Rowan, Gabriel, I know all about the assassin Wo Fat sent down who was supposed to off you and didn't. For some reason I don't understand, she spared you. Granted she also told him to spare Coughlin, but that order clearly got ignored."

For a moment Gabriel was silent and Chin added: "I've also been told that you were warned. Stay away from me, stay away from her, get off the island. Not smart angering Wo Fat again, not when he so kindly spared your life."

"Well isn't that the problem then?" Gabriel shot back. "He's stolen my resources, turned my connections off of me, and now I have no way of doing as he's asked."

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"You're gonna help me get off this island. Or my blood will be on your hands."

"And why do you think I'd care about that?"

"Because I have something you're gonna wanna see," he said. "Information that affects you very directly. And as a show of good faith, I'm prepared to give you a little sneak peek."

"Where will we meet?"

"That won't be necessary. It'll be waiting for you when you get home."

And then he hung up. Chin panicked. He immediately pulled a u-turn and then called Duke telling him to send the bomb squad to his house cause he was sure that Gabriel had done something to his house. But when he got there, the bomb squad had already gone through his house and only phone an envelope.

They offered it to him, told him it was clean, and then let him open it. Duke glanced over his shoulder, as Chin went through the pictures that had been inside. All of Adam and someone one else, both dressed like businessmen walking through a garden. They certainly looked like they knew one another.

"What is this?" Duke asked.

Chin didn't know, but he knew who he was going to ask