Nash and I strode into his office.
“You have no idea where she’s staying?” he asked.
I shook my head. “It’ll be close, but wherever she is, it’ll be hard to trace. It’s unlikely she’s staying at a casino, or a hotel with cameras.”
The urge to find her was growing inside me.
Fuck, I hated the idea of her out there, alone.
Nash sat behind his desk and fired up his laptop.
“I want you to check all facial recognition,” I ordered. “And I know you can hack into public CCTV. Do it.”
“I’ll do my best. But we both know she’s pretty good with disguises and avoiding facial rec.” He paused. “Why are you so worried?”
“Because.”
“So, you’re ready to admit you’re attracted to the feisty, little assassin?”
I stayed silent.
“You have strong feelings for her, Bastian. You can’t just ignore that.”
“I don’t need a therapy session.”
“I think maybe you do.”
“Dammit, Nash, just find her.” I raked a hand through my hair. “In her frame of mind, I’m worried she’ll do something dangerous.”
“I’ve got searches up and running. We’ll find her.” He sat back in his chair. “I get it. It’s how I felt with Georgie. When I saw her go after Snyder and Bruno, and they nabbed her. If I’d beenoneminute later, they would have killed her.”
“Georgie is safe now.”
Nash nodded. “And we’ll find Lark, but I want confirmation that she’snotgoing to try and slit your throat.” His gaze went to the bandage on my head. “Although maybe I already have it.”
My gaze dropped to the data running on the computer.Where are you, little bird?
“Find her, Nash. Fast.”
CHAPTER 10
LARK
Iwaited in the shadows.
No one saw me. No one would, unless I wanted them to.
I bit down on my tongue. I liked the sting of pain. It cleared my head. Right now, I did not want to think about Ed, or what he might have done.
No. I wasn’t going there.
I shifted restlessly, huddling in my jacket. It was cold tonight. Pent-up energy was building inside me. I needed a distraction.
My hands slid to my knives in the sheath on my belt. Yes, I knewexactlythe distraction I needed.
Laughter filled the night, and my gaze lifted to the bar across the street. A golden neon sign glowed in the window. The place wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t some upscale bar that attracted tourists. It was the kind of place that got a regular, local crowd. A place for friends to drop in to for a drink after work, or for a casual, first-date drink.
Things I had no experience with. I’d never done either of those things. I didn’t have friends, and I didn’t date. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d hooked up a few times to see what the fuss was all about.
