Page 132 of Three Irish Kings
Wiping my face, I groan and stand up, my head pounding. I haven’t been eating or sleeping much, getting most of my calories from beer, and God knows the last time I’ve showered.
All I’ve been focused on is finding Isla.
I jerk open the door, only to see Cillian standing there, glaring at me.
“You haven’t been answering your phone. And you look like shit.”
“Thanks. Right backatcha.”
Cillian grunts.
It’s true. Hedoeslook like shit, stubble littering his jaw, his eyes haunted and hollow, face pale.
He pushes past me into the house, knocking over glass beer bottles.
“Jesus, Dare. Are you eating at all or just drinking your calories?”
“Whatever,Ma.”I head to the kitchen and drink water straight out of the tap like a dog.
Cillian looks at me with disdain, but I know he’s not doing much better. And I haven’t even heard from Liam except for a few texts asking if I’ve found anything.
“Seriously, you’re never going to find her if you don’t?—”
“Shut up. I've already found her. Was going to call this morning, I just...fell asleep.”
Cillian’s eyes widen before he frowns. “Fell asleep or passed out?”
I scoff. “Does it matter?”
He stares at me for a long moment and then shakes his head. “Booze won’t make you forget her. I’ve tried.”
“Leave me alone.” I splash water from the faucet on my face to try and wake up. “I’ve done my part.”
I take my phone out of my back pocket and send both him and Liam a location. This is the last place she used my credit card. She’ll be close.”
“How do you know she hasn’t skipped town already?”
I huff out a breath. “I don’t. It’s the only place that’s pinged since she left; it’s the best I can do.”
I watch him carefully in my peripheral vision. I need Liam and Cillian to do this.
“Aye,” he says finally, and all the breath goes out of my lungs in a rush. “But, Dare, you should come with us. You should?—”
“No. I don’t want to see her.”
“Liar.”
I ignore Cillian, my heart aching, and open the fridge to see I have two beers left out of a case. I twist the cap off and discard it on the floor before taking a slug.
Cillian watches me, his face more sad than disdainful at this point, and then he sighs. “We’ll call you with updates.”
I nod tightly, and Cillian leaves, shutting the door behind him.
I put down the beer and rush to my PC, pulling up the bus station cameras. I have no idea why I didn’t think to hack the before yesterday. My only excuse is the lack of sleep and excess of booze impairing my thought process.
I double-check the location of the bus, the city emblazoned on the side of the large vehicle.
As I watch, a small woman with a fantastic ass gets on the bus, and although I can’t make out her face, I’d know that ass anywhere.
