Page 53 of Dublin Charmer
Her brow furrows. “Even when they’re your rivals?”
“Especially then. Blood feuds are one thing, but what Gravely’s doing—hunting us down like animals—that crosses every line. We believe in honor among ruling families. Gravely possesses no honor.”
Laine appears in the doorway but doesn’t come outside. Guaranteed Tag forbid her to step foot outside, either because she might slip on snowy or icy steps or because she might catch a chill. Either way, she seems to be content not to venture out. “Come inside, everyone. Cora has prepared a spread of food and Irish coffees to fend off the chill.”
Bryan and Brendan usher everyone toward the house and the celebration moves inside.
Nyx hangs back, shifting her weight and glancing back to her trailer. “I should get back to work. Gravely’s going to be furious. He might blame me and take it out on Gio.”
With Billy Gravely there’s no telling. The guy is psychotic.
“Then let’s figure out where he is and bring him home.”
We return to her trailer while the others head inside. The cramped space tells me a lot about her life. There are no personal belongings. Everything is functional. The only thing that looks like she cares enough to invest in is her equipment setup.
And that is damned impressive.
She leaves me to close the door and drops into her desk chair to begin typing and pulling up various screens of data.
“I’m going to run you through everything I’ve done, what I’ve found, and what I’ve been thinking about trying. Then, you can tell me what you would’ve done or point out anything you think might get me somewhere.”
I settle onto the chair at the little table. Even though I’m across the trailer from her, the space is so small, I’m still close enough to see her screens. “Aye, I’m ready. Shoot.”
She’d given me a brief overview earlier, but this time, she opens her logs and we study the data together. The attempts she made to find her brother started out methodical and worked their way to long-shot creative.
Still, she hasn’t gotten any further than finding the security feed to tap into and watch over her brother’s captivity.
“What about the men guarding your brother?” I ask, trying to think of other angles. “They might not be as careful. If you can identify them, maybe you can find out where they live and track them to wherever they work.”
She looks at me, her eyes brightening. “That’s a great idea. I cracked the database for the National Driver License Service, but I don’t have access to any other identification databases.”
“I’ve got access to police and Europol databases. Grab what you need, and we’ll go inside and set up in my room.”
Her smile widens. “Is this a Dublin Charmer ploy to get me alone in your bedroom?”
“No, but once we set the searches, I have a few ideas about how we could pass the time.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nyx
Back in Finn’s room, I try not to obsess with the king-sized bed dominating the side wall of the space.
Finn pulls up a chair for me at his desk, and I set my laptop down next to his. The leather of his chair creaks as he sinks into position and he gestures to one of the small cabinet doors at the front of his bookshelf. “I’ve got every type of cable or connector ye might need in there.”
I chuckle and unzip my backpack. “I’m a self-sufficient woman. I don’t need a man. I’m prepared for any occasion.”
“I have no doubt.” He laughs as he types, pulling up the databases he mentioned. The glow of the screen casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting those emerald eyes that seem to pierce through all my defenses. “I’m assuming ye took still shots of the guards?”
“I did. I’ll forward them to you now. Where do you want them?”
As the two of us organize the transfer of information, we seem to sync up. It usually takes me a long time before I’mcomfortable working on a project with another technophile. With Finn, it comes as second nature.
Maybe it was all those hours battling head-to-head.
Either way, the two of us have an amazingly easy rhythm.
“All right. I’ve set the search running on the guards. With any luck, we’ll identify them and then we can track their comings and goings from their homes.”
