Page 175 of Sinful Hearts

I stiffen. “What?”

“She’s in Thailand. At least that’s what her last TikTok said. She and her sister are there island-hopping for like a month-long vacation.”

Jesus Christ. At Crown and Black, Fumi only mentioned that Elsa was on vacation. Even Alistair, when pressed, too, didn’t seem to know where she’d gone. Only that she’d cashed in a bunch of vacation days that they were all too happy to give her, seeing as she’s their new darling lawyer over there.

“Thailand.”

He nods. “Guess so. I’ve never been, have you—”

“I have to get going. Get well soon, Theo.”

Outside in the hallway, my eyes blaze with fury. Before I know what I’m doing, I duck into an empty waiting room and yank out my phone.

Technically, New York City Director of FBI Operations Shane Dorsey is Cillian’s “guy”, not mine. Cillian’s done him some serious solids that basically made his career. In return, Shane makes sure the FBI turns a blind eye to any questionable Kildare—and now Drakos, too—activity in New York.

It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement, and Cillian’s made it clear not to rock that boat even in the slightest.

But I need to know this, and I need to know it now.

Dorsey answers on the third ring.

“Hades,” he growls. “I’m sort of in the middle of—”

“I need the location of two passports.”

He sighs. “It doesn’tstopwith you people, does it?”

“Hey, we scratch your back, you scratch—”

“Cillianscratches my back, Hades,” he mutters quietly. “That’sthe deal. Look, I can help your family out when I can. But only when Cillian is looped—”

“Remember the time my brother took a fucking bullet, and we letyoutake the credit for killing the bad guy, which, if I recall correctly, gave you the promotion of a lifetime? Remember that?”

Shane sighs. “It rings a bell.”

“Fuckinggreat. Now can you or fucking can’t you look up the locations of two passports.”

“I’m the Director of New York City Operations for the fucking FBI, Hades,” he mutters. “What the hell doyouthink?” He sighs again. “Okay. Names?”

“Elsa Guin and Nora Guin.”

“Hang on.”

The line goes silent but for the clicking of a keyboard. Then, he swears.

“What?”

“These are both UK nationals, Hades.”

“And?”

“And the FBI is anAmericanpolicing force.”

“And?” I growl, growing impatient.

“Andit creates serious fucking issues if we’re spending our time spying on the whereabouts of citizens of one of our biggest allies, if notthebiggest,” he snaps.

I fight to keep my cool. “Shane, I’ve never asked you for shit. But I reallyneedthis.”

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