Ghost: What’s going on?
Me: Long story. I’ll fill you in later.
Specter: We’ll keep an eye out. What part of town?
Me: The old grain district. Just left Redlight.
Phantom: That shithole? What are you doing there?
Me: Just wanted a drink but something came up.
Nimble: There’s a neighborhood west of there known for housing a lot of drug dealers and scum like that. Maybe they went that way?
Me: Maybe. Seemed more trafficking than drugs but worth a shot.
Nimble: They kind of go together these days it seems.
Stealth: Fucking facts.
Wraith: I’ll be back tomorrow. If I’m needed, I’m there.
A slight smile pulls at my lips. Wraith is out of town with his man on a vacation. An actual fucking vacation. He deserves it though.
Me: Thanks, man. I don’t know the scope of anything yet but I’ll keep you posted.
“Got a hit,” Whisper says. “Leon Nowak.”
“That’s who the plate is registered to?”
“Yep.” He nods, still typing quickly. “Leon has been in prison twice for possession with intent to sell, battery, and stalking. He last got out two years ago and he’s been keeping a low profile since.”
“Anything else?” I ask, leaning over his shoulder.
“We’ll find out.” Whisper picks up his phone and presses the call button after a quick scroll. “Hey, Boone. Got something for you. Leon Nowak. We’re on our way home, but see if you can dig up anything.” He ends the call and closes his laptop. “We’ll find him, Carn.”
Nodding, I blow out a breath and try to chill. I don’t even know this guy, Rue, but I know what fear looks like and that was real. He needs help and he saw that help in me. I can’t let him down.
If there’s one thing that gets my blood boiling, it’s sex crimes. Fighting against that made me the man I am today, and I regret nothing. I won’t sit back and let it happen to someone else when I can intervene.
I’ll find Leon Nowak, and when I do, he’ll wish he was never fucking born.
CHAPTER 3
Rue
Leon is pissed,which means I’m about to have a very bad night.
My hands are sticky from the table at the club and I feel gross after the brief interaction in that filthy bathroom, but that’s the least of my problems right now.
Leon hasn’t said a word to me since we left the club, and I don’t know why. There’s no way he heard about me talking to Carnage or I’d already know about it. I can’t for the life of me figure out what I did wrong though.
“Leon?”
He turns his head to me slowly, glaring at me in the backseat of the SUV.
“What did I do?”
He scoffs, shaking his head. “You have to ask?”
