“Anyone hear from Luna?” I look around the table, then check my phone. Everyone shakes their head.
Eva shoots off a text. When Luna doesn’t respond after a few minutes, the air grows heavy. This isn’t like her.
Jules calls her, then reports, “She’s not answering.”
“Check her location,” I instruct Eva. We’ve all been sharing our phone locations since the night of the gala.
“It has her at her house,” Eva says slowly.
“Didn’t she say she was at work?” Jules looks to me.
I nod.
“Why would she be at the office today?” Hudson asks.
“I don’t know—I just assumed, but you and Jax aren’t at the office today,” she says. Hudson looks at his plate, deep in thought.
Eva tries calling Luna next, still no answer.
Hudson tries her work phone, since the rest of us are using the burner. He has no luck either.
“How did you guys find Pippa the night at the biker bar?” Eva finally asks.
“That’s right,” Enzo says. “You said it wasn’t her phone, but we never came back to it.”
Jules and I look at each other. “Sorry, guys. Yeah, it slipped our mind. It’s not a secret.” I look around the room, making eye contact with everyone, assuring them we aren’t hiding anything. “I guess it just hasn’t come up. When we started on this path and things grew increasingly dangerous, we needed a way to find each other that wasn’t reliant on a phone or piece of tech,” I explain. “The three of us have surgically implanted trackers at the base of our skulls, in our hairline. They are imperceptible, undetectable,” I tell them, lifting my hair to show the spot mine is located.
“It’s a GPS tracker that we can access from our devices or a browser,” Jules says as she pulls out her phone to open the app Luna created for us.
“Okay, that’s a little intense, but I get it. You three have always been so careful,” Eva says. “So, what does hers say now? Where is she?”
Jules’s face goes pale. She looks directly at me, her eyes wide.
My heart lurches. I stand immediately and go to Jules’s side so I can see what our app says.
Eva, beginning to panic now, asks again, “Where is she?”
Everyone crowds around Jules’s chair, looking at the phone.
“I’m not really sure,” Jules says in a measured tone. “It’s not HQ, it’s not her place or the warehouse. She’s on the outskirts. It looks like Embassy Row, maybe…Shit…”
Enzo's expression hardens. “That’s the Volkov estate.”
I look to him, then Hudson.
Hudson’s gaze sharpens in recognition.
“Wh—Why would Luna be at the Volkov estate?” Eva asks.
“Jules and I are just as surprised as you, I promise.”
Enzo and Hudson look nervous, but Eva is near panic.
Our phones vibrate at the same time. Jules and I both have a message from Luna.
Eva’s pings a moment later.
My hands tremble as I open my phone to read it.
