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Caleb hadn’t stayed.
I hadn’t really expected him to.
That session had been a means to an end for the both of us. Nothing more.
Just to tide us both over, just a way to cope with all the shit swirling around us.
We’d both just needed the outlet, especially me.
And it had worked.
The pain had ebbed enough where I could think and focus.
The panic subsided as I realized what the source was—the fact that Asher was missing.
Knowing we were coming for him real soon took away its power, and left only determination in its wake.
I snatched my phone off the bedside table to see that I’d only slept three hours.
Good, I hadn’t wasted too much time.
I mean, I’d needed the rest, but I only wanted to indulge in the bare minimum right now, until we had Asher back safe with us. Any more was just a luxury, and one I couldn’t allow.
I pushed out of bed, snatched my jeans up off the floor and slipped them on, then I was out the door and striding down the short corridor to the room Kill was staying in.
I pushed it open and peered inside, having to adjust my eyes for a moment to see through the pitch-black.
He wasn’t there.
Probably working out again.
He’d pulled me into the makeshift gym with him a few times too, needing to up the ante.
I shut the door, then headed downstairs, needing a pick-me-up coffee.
I was just approaching the kitchen when Caleb came barreling out.
It was so sudden that he crashed into me before I could step back.
In the light of day and way outside that headspace we’d both been in last night, an awkwardness set in.
Fortunately, he put a swift enough end to it as he pushed off me, then told me, eyes shining brightly with excitement. “I’ve got him.”
“You… what? For real?”
He grinned. “Absolutely.” He crooked his finger. “Come,” he said, taking off back into the kitchen and heading for his laptop and devices all over the island.
He slid only half onto the stool in his hurry and excitement.
“Here,” he said, pointing at a transactions report on the screen. “These all occurred within the last few days, since Ash was taken.”
I looked closely. “Gas, a transfer of seventy grand, dropping another ten at Neiman Marcus, and two hundred dollars dropped at a sandwich store, and a slew of other transfers, likely paying their people.”
“Near the bottom. The pharmacy transaction.”
“What about it?”
“I tracked the location and accessed the pharmacy’s database. This expense is for Asher’s meds. The exact same ones, the exact dosage that I gave him a few weeks back. And even nicotine patches.”
