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“Oh, no.” Courtney’s eyes widen.
“The list?” I’m momentarily confused.
“The list.” Daniil meets my gaze, eyes boring into mine. “The one that caused all her problems.”
Oh, fuck. The Assault Academy’s list of clients.
Fuck. Me. That list.
The list that got her arrested and forced into witness protection.
“Dammit.”
Daniil shakes his head. “I thought I knew everything about her past, but I didn’t know she kept a copy of the list.”
“And Jonas has it now?” Grim asks finally.
Daniil swallows. “He does. But before they hung up, she asked him to look up a name.” He pauses, glancing over at Bronco. “Well, two names. But only one was on the list.”
“Who?” I demand, my fists clenched again.
“Garth Harrison.”
Blood roars behind my ears, and I yank the nearest bench off the ground, vaulting it against the wall with a growl of sheer fury.
I whirl to Daniil. “He’s got her. I know it with everything I am—he has her.”
“Then we’ll get her back.”
“Who has who?” Bronco comes into the room. “Is Garth up to more fuckery?”
I almost tell him to fuck off but catch myself, turning suspiciously. “More fuckery? What are you talking about?”
“You know he asked me to throw the fight, right?”
I stare.
I suspected but none of that matters now.
“Look, I don’t know what you two were up to but right now, I think he’s got Luna. And I don’t know what the hell he’ll do to her if I don’t find her before he does it.”
Unless he’s already killed her.
No. I can’t go there.
“Why would he hurt her?” Bronco asks, frowning. “This whole thing was about money for him, paying off his debts.”
“I don’t know how or if the fight was part of his plan, but he’s been trying to get to Luna for months. And we essentially gave him his in.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Luna
I float in a hazy fog of drug-induced nightmares, waffling between sleep and awake. The first time I open my eyes I’m in a moving vehicle and let out a shriek that earns me another pinch and more darkness.
The second time I’m more cautious. I don’t open my eyes right away but I’m fairly certain I’m not in a moving vehicle anymore. As I slowly become aware of my surroundings, I realize my hands and feet are bound, and I’m lying on a cold, hard surface. Slowly, I peek through my lashes but all I see is darkness.
Opening my eyes the rest of the way, I’m pretty sure I’m alone, but I have no idea where. It’s cold, dark, and damp. Like a basement or something. But in general, there are no basements in California. Obviously, there could be a business or a specialty building that has one, so anything is possible, but none of that gives me a clue as to where I am.
