There’s a flicker of a smile. He’s glad. That’s good.

She shrugs.

“Quentin doesn’t really keep on top of Rawne.” Case in point: he doesn’t know jack shit about the bootleg. “So maybe, maybe not.”

She pulls out her communicator to glance at a message. She pockets it again.

“Come on. I gotta wait at the cabin to collect the stuff, he’s left the door unlocked for me.”

Arthur will figure out it’s Pagan the moment they cross the door, but that’s fine by Tess.