“She’s not listed as being interviewed by the feds.” Stormy frowns.
Honor’s brow creases. “Could she have been fucked up so badly she couldn’t speak?”
“Or,” Swift puts in, “she got her cousin to get her out of their clutches.”
Do I think she’s learned her lesson? I can’t see her coming after me again, or certainly not with thoughts of being my old lady, not when I used her so cruelly. But revenge is another matter entirely, and I’d put nothing past her. That no one knows where she is means there’s another string loose which could start to unravel. She could be dead of course, but with my luck the way it is, I’d say that’s unlikely.
“San Diego are staking out her apartment,” Bolt informs me.
But that’s not helpful unless she goes back there. “We’ve got a bitch on the loose,” I tell them, through gritted teeth, “who deserves to be dead. She can link the Wolves to the Devils, and more than that, she’s got an in with the feds.”
“That’s what I don’t like.” Snatcher glares around the table. “With luck, she’ll think Niran’s dead, and it’s safe to go home. But if she doesn’t deliver herself on a platter to our SoCal club, then it’s up to us to find her.”