“That’s not?—”
“I will kill you for this,” I cut in. “This isn’t a fucking game anymore. But first—” I swallow the lump rising in my throat. “Find my man.”
I’m very aware of how desperate I sound. I’m also very aware of everything I am saying. It just feels like Alex has been hands on with everything in my lifebutthe Professor. And if he wants to see tomorrow, he needs to find him. Now.
Alex hesitates, and that’s enough to confirm I’m right.
“Just tell me!” I shout. For fuck’s sake, why is he so secretive? It’s not like this is the first time he’s handed over a shitty mission.
“I have something,” he says. “Not about Azrael. Or… maybe about him.”
I stopped pacing. “What do you mean,maybe?”
“That mystery number—the one that’s been triggering our systems, bouncing through different IPs?—”
“Alex.”
“It was Azrael’s number.”
No, no, that can’t be right.
“That’s impossible,” I say, but my voice isn’t as sure as I want it to be.
“I checked twice. Triple-checked. It was his number. For the first time, it was visible.”
My pulse isn’t working, and I’m pretty sure I’m a second away from dying—or going straight into panic.
“No, it is not.” I’m not particularly sure who I’m trying to convince, him or me.
“It is,” he answers. “We got the full profile three hours ago.”
I blink confused, the math isn’t mathing.
That was right around the time he said “Never”. Look at that, the fucker’s definition of never is three hours.
“What did the dead man send?”
Alex hesitates again, and right at this moment I promise myself, after this mission, I’ll find a new little bitch. “Alex.”
“He said you’ll get the details of the job in twenty-four hours.”
My stomach drops.
“You’re telling me he hired me for a job?”
No, this cannot be. Why would he?The most important person.No, no, no, fucking no.
“Yeah. He’s in a lot of shit…” Alex trails it off.
“No, he’s in trouble,” I correct him.
“Victoria,” Alex says carefully, “you don’t know him.”
“I do.”
“Then explain what the fuck is going on?”
“I told you he wants to kill me.”
