“Lark?”
Her brow furrowed. “I thought I saw…” She shook her head. “I must be working too hard and seeing things.”
No. Lark was the most observant person I knew. “What did you see?”
“I caught a glimpse of a guy at one of the roulette tables. He wasn’t watching the game, he was watching us.”
I felt a cold skitter down my spine. I scanned the roulette tables but didn’t notice anyone. “Go on?”
“He was older. Late forties, maybe early fifties. For a second, I thought he could have been the man from the photo.”
I scanned the crowd.
“There’s no one there. My brain must’ve imagined it.” She turned. “Come on, let’s?—”
Now she went as stiff as a board.
I followed her gaze. The man was at least ten years older than me. He was in good shape, but there was plenty of gray at his temples.
It was the man from the photo.
I sucked in a breath. Seeing him in person, I recognized him.
“He was a CIA agent.”
“What?”
“Ed mentioned him once. David Thomas Dean. He was a mediocre agent who went rogue. Was caught selling classifiedsecrets. He was kicked out of the agency and disappeared off the face of the earth.”
She hissed. “It’s him. The second Red Ribbon Killer.”
The man smiled and waved at us. Then the bastard turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Before I could do anything, Lark took off, sprinting after the man.
Fuck. I chased after her.
CHAPTER 31
LARK
Idodged around people, aiming for the back of the man I saw hurrying out of the casino floor.
It washim.
This is the man who’d murdered my parents. The man who’d change the direction of my entire life.
David Thomas Dean.
Such an ordinary, boring name for someone so evil.
I raced out into the marble-lined corridor filled with its expensive shops. There were men and women holding luxury shopping bags, looking in the windows.
Where was he?
“Lark!” Bastian wasn’t far behind me, but I didn’t look back.
I couldn’t lose this asshole.
