Kane said, pushing the picture across the desk toward Ambrose. “He entered the building around oh-nine-hundred. We checked the image against our files on both the Alliance and the Legion and haven’t found a match.”Ambrose surveyed the image. The guy in the picture was about 6’2”, his dark hair curling against the hoodie sticking out the back of his leather jacket.“Scarlet.” Ambrose handed her the picture with shaking hands.Kane had to fight not to look away. Ambrose was like a father to them all. It was painful to watch him deteriorate from the warrior he had been to the ailing man he had become. Rumor was that it was cancer, but no one would disrespect the man by asking. He’d tell them when he was ready.Scarlet, sitting in a chair opposite the desk, took the picture. She studied it before setting it back on the desk. “I’ve never seen him before, either.”“He could be nobody,” Rowen said, standing protectively near Scarlet’s shoulder. It had become a familiar sight, and Kane had been surprised at how easily Rowen had slipped into the role of protector, only leaving Scarlet’s side when he was on assignment.Then again, Scarlet’s willingness to let someone protect her was just as surprising.Kane envied them.
