I looked up at Ken in shock.
A black doves feather? Is that--?
"The Free?"
Ked nodded. "Yes. Given the location and size of the tattoo as she described it, I'm guessing he was either their leader or an heir. I think he was most likely an heir, because at the time Pearl Hathaway was their leader."
I had to dig in my brain for information of The Free. From what I can remember from what Damian had told me a while back, The Free usually kept to themselves. They were the only gang that had women in their ranks, and they were passive when it came to conflict with the other gangs. But, when it came to money, they would go through far lengths for it.
An heir of the Free's leadership could have been my father?
My worried eyes met Ken's, wearing the same emotion.
Before I drew any more conclusions, I continued reading aloud.
We walked along the riverside, letting the little cobblestone path lead us to wherever it wanted to take us.
