It was a ridiculous word.
But fitting.
“Yes.”
“Did you see him?”
“I fought him twice, so yes.”
“I will have Levee’s lovely wife come so you can have her work up a sketch. We will get further with that than anything else, I believe.”
“This lot has to have cameras. The street out there too.”
“Yes, I’m sure someone in your club is already having that hacker friend of yours working on it. But I think you and I both know that it is unlikely if he was able to track you down twice, then neutralize you,andthat lovely hellion of yours, he likely doesn’t have his real plates on his vehicle.”
That was true.
But maybe even a direction could help.
With that, he reached for his phone, waited, then greeted Jade like an old friend. Which, I assumed, she was. He’d commissioned increasingly absurd art pieces from her since they’d first met. One of them was of Daniyal, I think, riding a unicorn with a cowboy hat on.
After a moment, he handed me the phone and Jade got to work asking me questions. She was too far away to waste time driving to me, so she was going to send updates along the way for me to help her tweak.
It wasn’t long before my brother and Velle pulled up on their bikes.
“Are you coming with us?” Dixon asked, looking at Zayn. “We’re all going to go to Arty’s so we can move the second we have something to go on.”
“No, no, he had dark hair,” I told Jade. “Black, I think. Eyes too. Tan but white, as far as I could tell.”
“Pardon me,” Zayn said when his pocket started ringing. A second phone. Of course someone like Zayn had two phones. “Yes, Daniyal? I see. Yes. Good work.” He hung up and turned to us. “Daniyal took the tender back to the boat. He said he figured out how you were found twice already. There was a tracker in Noa’s handbag.”
“A tracker?” I asked, spine stiffening, a slice of ice sliding down it.
Because whoever this was, he would have had close contact with her if he got a tracker in her purse. Right? Was it an old client? A friend?
Zayn watched me then reached out, patting my shoulder.
“Come. I’ll drive you to Arty’s.”
I was helpless but to follow.
But to feel my heart sinking with each rotation of the tires.
Noa was out there.
Drugged.
Alone.
With someone who’d been tracking her for fuck-knew how long.
But why?
And who?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Noa
