Now wasn't the time to be snarking at each other. Now was the time we had to work together to find our woman.
I pulled out my own phone and looked up the address.
"What are you doing?" Jules asked.
"I’m seeing if I can find a floor plan for this place," I said. "It'll be easier to figure out where to go if we have a map."
"Right," he said slowly. "Good idea."
I glanced over at him and gave him a faint upward twitch of my lips.
"Curious," I said, squinting at the screen to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing.
"What's curious?" Boner asked, looking over my shoulder.
"Apparently this place is owned by Danforth Holdings."
"Danforth, as in Solomon Danforth?" Cass asked.
"Exactly," I said. Now we were both searching, our fingers flying over our screens.
"Solomon Danforth has a cousin named Harrison Frankel," Cass said. "He was out of the country until yesterday."
"Of course he fucking was," Boner said. "How much do you want to bet this asshole is Hypnos?"
"Nothing," I said, "because it makes too much sense.”
"How does any of this help us find Harlow?" Jules demanded.
"It confirms the fact this building is suspicious as fuck," I said. "It has ten floors, two apartments per floor. And a basement."
"If I was going to do devious shit, I'd do it in the basement," Boner said.
I looked up at him, right in his eyes, and said, "So would I."
"How do we get into the basement?" Jules asked, taking a step toward the building.
I pinched the screen to take a closer look at the floor plan.
"There's a set of stairs off the main foyer. It leads to a door at the back of the building."
"Then that's where we go," Boner said. "By the way, I brought a little something with us."
From under his leather jacket he pulled a towel, one from Harlow's restaurant. The Angel’s Rest logo was embroidered on the corner.
Holding it carefully he spread the sides out, one then the other, revealing five of her chef knives, shining in the streetlight.
I knew for a fact each one was wickedly sharp, ready to slice anything and anyone. I'd seen her use them with skill and dexterity, slicing everything like the knife was passing through butter.
They were perfect. Like her.
"I figured we should be prepared when dealing with Hypnos."
He offered us each a knife before taking one himself. "Let's go get this asshole."
CHAPTER 23
HARLOW
