“Where does Steve Barrister live?”
“That’s the other thing. He has an address in Platinum Hills, and a second address in Silver Valley. The Platinum Hills address is where his wife and their kids live. The second address seems to be more of a lowkey kind of deal.”
“He’s a scum bag so that doesn’t surprise me.”
“Yeah, me either. I’ll text you both in case you need them.”
“Thanks, Lana.”
“No problem.”
She hangs up and I keep my phone in my hand.
“So, we’re thinking probably Silver Valley?” Owen asks.
“I’m guessing you heard all of that.”
“I always listen when my mates’ are talking.”
“Falcon?” I ask, glancing at his downbeat face in the rearview.
“Uh huh?” he mutters.
“You good?”
He shrugs, and I bite back the urge to ask him any more questions.
He’s not going to be okay until we catch up to Robin.
We’ll get there. It’s just going to take a while.
Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Seven
Robin
Idon’t know when or why I lay down in the backseat of the cop car, but apparently at some point during the long trip, I decided to take a nap. I vaguely remembering yawning after an hour or so spent in silence. We must have been travelling for hours.
The sound of the driver’s door being slammed woke me.
I realize what that means as I push myself back up to a sitting position.
We’ve stopped moving.
My stomach clenches.
If I thought I was going to be alert enough at this point to fight back against the detective, I was so wrong it’s not even funny. I’m tired as hell. That probably has something to do with not eating all day and then pushing myself past my physical limits.
The door to my right side is hauled open.
“Get out,” Warren demands, his tone vicious.
It’s dark out, but we must be close to a streetlight.
The sidewalk in front of me is clear.
And so is the gun he’s been threatening me with since he kidnapped me.
“I’m moving,” I tell him, not wanting to make him threaten me again.
