“Fine. I won’t tell you.”
“Daph,” Celeste sighed and perched on the edge of the desk. Today’s hair color was a deep purple that faded to blue at the tips, pulled back in a messy bun that somehow looked intentional rather than chaotic. She wore a cropped bright pink T-shirt that showed the navel ring she got when she was sixteen—their Dad had just about had an aneurysm when he found out—and tactical pants with more pockets than any human being needed. “You need sleep.”
“I’ll sleep when we find Dom.”
“Let me take over for a bit.”
“No.”
Celeste opened her mouth, but whatever she’d been about to say was lost when the Tech Lab door opened again. Davey and Elliot stood in the doorway. Both brothers looked like they’d been through hell and back. Davey’s button-down shirt wrinkled and untucked on one side, his hair sticking up at odd angles like he’d been repeatedly running his hands through it. The dark circles under his eyes aged him by a decade. Beside him, Elliot wasn’t faring much better. His usually perfectly styled hair was flattened on one side as if he’d fallen asleep on it, and he hadn’t shaved in what looked like days, stubble darkening his jaw.
“Tell me you have something,” Davey said.
“Maybe.” Daphne turned back to her screens. “A Praetorian shell company is buying up a lot of land in Greece.”
“That’s it?”
Elliot elbowed him. “That’s not nothing. Daphne’s been working her ass off down here.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry,” Davey muttered and ran a hand through his hair. It was a rare gesture of uncertainty from a man who prided himself on being unshakable. “We just… have nothing on Dom. No signal, no transmission, nothing. Thirty-six hours and complete silence. And now this shit with Sabin?—”
“Wait, what happened to Sabin?” Celeste asked.
“He was on his way to Dubai for a security job,” Elliot said. “Had an overnight layover in Athens, and went MIA. We haven’t heard from him since, and he never checked in for the job.”
He was also in Greece when he disappeared. That couldn’t be a coincidence, and Daphne’s internal radar pinged. She was on to something with the shell company. “How long ago?”
“The night before Dom and Vivi were taken,” Davey said. “We only found out he never showed in Dubai when we tried to contact him about Vivi’s abduction.”
Daphne filed that away and turned back to her keyboard. “So Praetorian has all three of them.”
“Probably. But we don’t know why they’d want Sabin.”
“I’ll work on it.”
“Good,” Davey said. “Let me know the moment you have something actionable.”
With that, he turned and headed for the door.
Elliot followed, but paused only to squeeze her shoulder. “You really should sleep. You look like you’re about to collapse.”
“That’s what I said,” Celeste chimed in. “But will she listen? Nooo. She’s stubborn.”
Elliot smiled. “Runs in the family.” He squeezed her shoulder again. “Intel is important, but so is your health. Davey forgets we’re not all super-soldiers like him. Take care of yourself, Daphne.”
The moment the door closed behind him, her laptop dinged an alert.
Celeste pounced. “Is that Mystery Man?”
“Go away. You’re annoying me.” Daphne pulled the laptop toward her and opened the lid.
Titan: You’ll find your cousin in Greece. Specifically, the islands.
She stared at the words, reading them once, twice, a third time.
What?
“Daph?” Celeste’s voice had lost its teasing edge. “What is it?”
