“I told you. I found her hair and ran it through the system?”
“How?” I roar out.
“A contact in the police.” His voice lowers.
“Williams?”
“No, I didn’t want him to find out. I found someone in forensics.”
“Which station?” My questions continue, though there’s no need for me to hear his answer. Deep down, I already know.
“Third.”
Robert Welding’s previous station. On a growl, I flip the desk over, sending papers across the floor. Dom winces. I jump out of my chair, my heart pumping out of my chest. I clench my fists a few times to release some of the frantic energy and look up at Dom.
“We’re the reason he found her?!” We’re three floors below it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if people can hear us in the casino. I start pacing back and forth. “She was on the run for probably years and now, thanks to us, thanks tome— ” I poke a finger into my chest —“he found her.”
“H-he probably doesn’t know where she is now.”
“NEITHER DO WE!” I rub a hand over my face. I have no idea where she is. She could be in grave danger, and I have no ideawhere she is. Just like Luka. My teeth grit together as my expression turns unhinged. I point a threatening finger at him. “I want all men on this. I want her found, and I want him here so I can show him what it’s like. Now!”
“Some of our men are on other assignments.”
“I saidallof them! Tear the fucking world apart if you need to, just find her.”
Dom nods and leaves the room, unlocking his phone. I drop back down into the chair, my world collapsing like a house of cards. Everything is crumbling, and this time, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it.
Desperate to do something,anything,I click on Andre’s name again.
“Šefe, I told you I have no news right now.” His voice fills the room since my hands are too restless to keep the device on my ear.
“Tell me every move she made since you started following her and I meaneverymove.”
The list is shorter than I expected. Other than one trip to the store, there is only one other place she visited. Luka’s club.
“You haven’t thought about sharing that before?” I bark out.
“I didn’t think it mattered. Dom told me I shouldn’t mention anything unless it was suspicious. I just thought she was someone we were working with. Why wouldn’t she visit the club?”
Fucking Dom and his military ways. If he had told Andre the truth, Andre would’ve let me know about Alex’s visit to the club. I know he was only protecting me, but his protection has caused me enough shit already. “Just don’t let it happen again,” I respond and end the call, grabbing my phone and keys with newfound purpose.
Luka’s club is busy, but I barely notice the people surrounding me as I march my way to the back. I’m faintly aware of the bass vibrating in my ears, and the cheap smell of cologne, but mygaze is focused on a single spot. I recognize the short, blonde bartender as Ivan’s girlfriend, and her eyes widen as she notices me.
“Where is he?” I ask, not bothering with pleasantries.
She swallows. “In the office.”
I sidestep the bar and eat the long hallway in three steps. Without knocking, I enter my brother’s office, one that he barely got to use before disappearing.
Ivan’s dark eyes snap up, his hand already on his gun, but he relaxes as he notices me. “Leon, how can I help you?”
“I heard you had a visitor the other day.” I drop into a chair across from him, and lean forward.
He barely acknowledges me, his focus back on the papers before him. “A visitor?”
“Yes. A woman named Alex.”
“We get a lot of women here.” He shrugs.
