The Hawks were still asleep but I climbed on the mattress, over Vigo’s body sprawled out at the foot, bare ass up, to the top of the bed where Hawk and Jagger slept, Jagger’s leg thrown over Hawk’s like they were puppies from the same litter.
“Jagger,” I whispered. I don’t know why I woke him first. Maybe because he was the one who seemed most interested in listening and also the one least likely to grab a baseball bat and book a flight to the UK. “Wake up.”
He opened one eyes and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Come here, mouse. Let me cuddle you.”
I shoved him, pushing against his strength, which threatened to topple me back onto the bed until I was horizontal against my will. “Stop. I found something.”
“Found what?” Hawk said behind me.
Great.
I sat back so I could see them both. “I found a phone number in my parents’ things. Something I’d missed before.”
“What kind of phone number?” Vigo mumbled without moving.
“A woman,” I said. “Anna Reed.”
“Never heard of her,” Vigo said into the mattress.
“I know, but I think she had a Russian accent,” I said. “And it’s a UK number, which means?— ”
“She might have something to do with Kensington Trust,” Jagger said, fully awake now.
I sighed, relieved they were catching on.
“Exactly,” I said. “But there are a lot of Anna Reed’s in the UK.”
“That’s probably the point,” Hawk said.
I shook my head. “What point?”
“What’s the best way to hide?” Hawk asked. “Move to a major US city and call yourself John Smith.
“Or move to a place like the UK and call yourself Anna Reed,” Jagger said.
“It’s not her real name,” I said, finally understanding.
“Bingo,” Vigo said, rolling onto his back.
I marveled that his dick could be hard when we were talking about hiding and aliases.
“Shit,” I said. “We’re never going to find her real name. Not with so many Anna Reeds.”
“We might not,” Hawk said. “But I know someone who might.”
Jagger sat up. “Aloha.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” I said.
Jagger reached for his phone. “He’ll be up.”
38
CASSIE
I’d metAloha but I’d never actually been to the warehouse where he worked, a huge building not far from Bram’s that had once been some kind of manufacturing facility.
Aloha didn’t occupy the whole thing though. He didn’t even occupy most of it. Instead the Hawks led me to a boxed off room lined with metal panels at the back of the old warehouse floor.
