Chapter 308

KING Ispent the better part of yesterday and today visiting the remaining tattoo shops in New York. It’s taken weeks to get through them all, and it’s been a time-consuming pain in the ass, but there are some parts of this job that need to be done in person. Unfortunately, it’s also been fruitless. Not a single one of them recognized Cassidy Jones or remembered giving anyone a “King’s Princess” tattoo over a year ago. Most of them asked for a photograph of the ink, saying they’d recognize their own work, but unfortunately, the only evidence of the actual tattoo is Curtis’s description of it. Thanks to that lead going nowhere, I’m already in a bad mood when I arrive at Graham Reese’s office building. I agreed to meet my parents here to discuss Grampa’s will, but I already sense this was a mistake. Their lawyer’s office isn’t exactly neutral ground. They’re huddled up with Graham on the other side of the glass conference room, looking conspiratorial. If I’m honest, I really don’t give a