Page 52 of Look for Me

“Gail?” Flavian sat up. One hand dangled.

“What did they do to you?” Corinne stepped in.

Behind them, Miss Executioner said, “Only to soften him up.”

“It didn’t work!” Flavian laughed.

He offered her a seat next to him. They sat on the floor, shoulder to shoulder. Oddly enough, Corinne didn’t feel anything for him.

In all practicality, their relationship was over.

“I went to Key Largo to see you,” Flavian said. “I didn’t make it. I landed in Miami, and Nikos carjacked me.”

“How did he know your schedule?”

Flavian shrugged. “Beats me. Only Slam and Slime knew where I was going.”

“You still trust them?” Corinne asked, but Flavian didn’t answer.

“Is Dahlia safe?”

Corinne shook her head and began to cry. “She’s upstairs. Nikos bought her a kitchen play set.”

Flavian seemed furious that Nikos had abducted his daughter and ex-girlfriend, but there was nothing he could do.

Flavian leaned toward her.

“There are usually two guards in this wing, plus Harper,” he whispered.

“Harper?”

“The woman who always wears black.”

“Miss Executioner.”

“What?” Flavian chuckled softly.

“She has some sort of vendetta against me.”

“You think you can help me take her out?” Flavian asked.

“Me?”

“Yeah. Don’t tell me I wasted a lot of money sending you to self-defense class. And firearms class. And whatever other training I sent you to.”

“I don’t know…”

He hushed her. “Don’t say you don’t know. Say you will at least try.”

Corinne didn’t reply.

“When the guard opens the door to let you out, we’ll take down Harper and we’ll get out of here.”

“Do you know the layout of the building?” Corinne asked.

Flavian nodded. “Four floors. We’re in the basement, where there are about eight cells. This is our Alcatraz.”

“I’m not on this floor, I don’t think. They put me in another room.”

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