“How is Arty? I haven’t seen him in a long time,” Zayn said, gaining a little of his pep again.
“He wasn’t there.”
For a second, Zayn watched me, his eyes unreadable, then a smile cracked his features.
“She used those cuffs on you, didn’t she?”
I exhaled hard. “She did.”
“She got away?” Huck asked.
“Yep. Lucky she didn’t take my bike with her.”
It was Velle, of all people, who started to laugh first. After him, it was my brother, York, Coast, and, finally, Huck.
“Shit,” Huck said when he recovered. “That’s a hell of a story.”
“She’s a hell of a woman,” Zayn agreed.
“How do you know so much about her?” Huck asked, suspicious. “I thought she was new on this.”
“She was. Is. But I do my due diligence before I hire someone. Noa isn’t the busiest broker in Florida, but that’s because she is the best… and very selective.”
“Then how did this shit go so sideways?”
“Are we sure it has?” I asked. “Aside from her getting away.”
“The cops didn’t find any guns in that warehouse,” Huck informed me. “We’ve been listening to the scanner. And Seeley talked to a contact in the Miami P.D. Nothing about a stash recovered.”
“So someone stole from Noa,” I said.
“And us,” Huck reminded me.
“And me,” Zayn said, that darkness in his face again. “And my clients.”
“We have to track down the weapons before they disappear for good.”
“And to do that, we find Noa,” I said.
“That’s the plan,” Huck agreed.
“I’m gonna go to her place,” I said.
“I was already there,” Dixon said.
“Yeah, while she was at the warehouse.”
“And why would she go back now?” Dixon asked.
“Because she’s gearing up now. And likely packing to go on the run in case the cops can track her down.”
Huck looked over at Zayn.
“Seems like a sound assumption.”
“Alright. But I want all four of you in Miami. Seeley is already there, hitting up old contacts. I want you guys doing the same, in case no one can find Noa. But that is top priority. Oh, and Caymen…”
“Yeah?”
