“Yes.”
“How about Franz Landschoff and Jared Glanton?”
He scans.
“Yes.”
“Still in that order?”
“Yes. What does it mean?”
I look at the scroll over Ray’s shoulder.
“It’s a kill list. People a faction of Wormwood wants dead.”
?
??Damn,” says Carlos. “Are you sure?”
“Is there anyone before Pieter Holden?”
Ray nods.
“Barron Sinclair.”
“That’s it. It makes sense. Sinclair was taking fifty pills a day when I was with him. They poisoned him or cursed him, but they fucked up.”
“Is this something that can help you?”
“I don’t know.”
There’s a periodic table on one wall. Taped to the corner is a snapshot of Ray and Carlos in tuxes at some kind of party. They look very happy.
“Tetsuya Shin. Is she there?”
“Yes. Is she another Wormwood person?”
“Yeah. Everyone I just named, except for Barron, is dead.”
“Does that help you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe? Give me the next few names.”
“The next name is Thomas Abbot.”
Goddammit.
Ray thinks for a minute.
“Isn’t he Sub Rosa?”
“He’s the fucking CEO of all the Sub Rosa in California.”
“Do you know him?”
“Yeah. He gave me a job once.”
“Do you want any more names?” says Ray.