Returning her sister’s smile, Eve rubbed her hair. “Why don’t you get a shower and borrow whatever you want out of my closet?”
“That sounds incredible. Thank you!”
Eve waited for Jayne to leave the room before she took out her link and called Jedi.
“Yeah, boss?”
“I have a favor.”
“Every time you say those words I swear my balls crawl back up into my stomach.”
Eve snorted at him. “Your friend, Syn . . .”
“What about him?”
“Can you send me his digits.”
“Why?” Jed was forever suspicious. A bad Tavali trait he couldn’t ever seem to shake.
“I have someone I want him to track down for me.”
“Ah . . . sending them now.”
“Thank you, Jed.”
“Any time.”
Eve hung up and then hesitated. Syn was a renowned filch and techspert. To this day, she wasn’t sure how Jed had made friends with such a sketchy character. Honestly, she didn’t want to know.
Because of Syn’s reputation, she’d always kept a wide berth from him.
But for this . . .
It required someone blessed with his skills.
With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she called his frequency.
It took almost a minute for him to answer. “C.I. Syn.”
“Hi . . . my name is Eve Erixour.”
“Eve of Destruction?”
She arched a brow at his deep tone, surprised that he knew her nickname. “You’ve heard of me?”
“Few haven’t. What can I do for you?”
“I have someone I need traced.”
“Jedi could do that for you.”
“Not this target. It’s above his skill set.”
“Okay. Who are talking about?”
Eve hesitated, knowing this would piss Jinx off to no end. But she had to find him and thank him. “He’s a League assassin.”
Total silence answered her.
