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“Where. Is. He.” I repeat myself slowly, in a deep, hoarse voice that brooks no argument. I can see the fear in her eyes, but it doesn’t deter me. Normally, I wouldn’t hit a woman, but I’ll make an exception under these circumstances.

“I already told you!”

“Not Neil.”

“Then who?” she demands, hanging on to the last vestiges of her dignity as she lifts her chin.

“Garth!” I yell his name so loud she jumps.

“I don’t know!” she yells back. “We had a deal—I would get the profit from the fundraiser, and he gets the money from his bets. Then we go our separate ways. Neil and I are flying to New York in a couple of hours.”

Luna’s been missing more than twelve hours at this point, so I don’t give a shit where Candy thinks she’s going or when.

“Where did you last see him?”

“At the auditorium. He was handling receipts from the night. The venue gave us twenty-five percent of money from the bar.”

“Where does he live?” I growl, beginning to lose my patience.

“He’s been staying at a motel in Culver City.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” To my surprise, Metal brushes past me and wraps his fist around Candy’s long hair, yanking it just hard enough for her to yelp. “Give us the fucking address. Now.”

She bursts into tears and starts babbling the name of a place on Sepulveda.

Metal shoves her away hard enough for her to stumble.

“Why are you with her?” she yells at me. “You could have anyone! And she’s this horrible hacker who stole all of Garth’s money!”

I turn slowly, staring at her. “That what he told you to make you go along with this little plan?”

“It’s true!”

I shake my head. “You know who your boyfriend is?” I ask gruffly. “The man who helped create the Assault Academy. You know what that is?”

I see the wheels turning and it takes a few minutes.

Then her mouth forms a little “O.”

“Yeah, and Luna is the one who uncovered that shit and tried to take them down. So check your tone before you talk about Luna.” With that, I turn and stalk out the door with Metal and Grim behind me.

“Chances are, he’s gone,” Grim says as we get back in my SUV and I have to agree, even though I don’t say it.

“We’ll find him,” Metal says from the back seat. “I texted the name of the motel to Silver while we were still in the room—he’s already on the way. If he’s there, they’ll keep him there. If not, we can pivot.”

“The problem is that we don’t have anywhere to pivot to,” I mutter, trying to focus on the road in front of me.

“Oh, yeah we do.” Grim’s looking at his phone with a grin. “Jonas found his phone.”

“Where?” I demand.

“Hang on.” He makes a call and puts it on speaker. “Jonas—where is he?”

“Well, his phone is pinging in Santa Monica. Looks like he’s going south on the 405.”

I swing my SUV around and head for the freeway.

We’re going to find him.