“Any time with me is a good time,” Rhys shot back. “Why specifically?”
“Remember that bounty hunter Nox and Gus know from Tennessee who lives in LA?”
Obviously, I had zero clue what he was talking about, but Rhys nodded.
“He just called.” He tapped his screen. “Okay, tell them what you told me, Atlas.”
“Right. I dug into all my usual sources, and I’ve got nothing. Not a whisper of a hint of a damn rumor.”
What are they looking for in Tennessee or LA?
Before I could ask, Nox came from the kitchen with a glass of whiskey, an unlit cigar, and a phone ringing with an outgoing call.
Oh.
And a baby.
There was that, too.
She was a little older than Hollywood and Mac’s Maeve, but just as adorably cute.
“Both your guys got jack-shit, aye?” the bearded man asked with an arrogant smirk.
He probably should’ve held off his victory lap because when his call was accepted, it wasn’t a greeting he got. It was a similarly accented man saying, “I got jack-shite.”
The disembodied voice from Judge’s side spoke again. “I know a guy in Vegas who’s good with tech. The best I’ve worked with.”
“Whoa,” Nox’s phone guy bit out.
A sentiment Glitch echoed from the table. “Yeah, what the fuck?”
“Ayy,” Nox cut in. “All you walnuts are equally nerdy. That better? Good. ’Cause we need all the damn help we can get.”
“Help with what?” I asked, still lost.
“Finding Nash,” Judge answered.
They were both on speakerphone with people I didn’t know and didn’t trust. Definitely not with my brother’s life.
I made a throat slit motion. Probably a bit gruesome given the circumstances, but it worked to get my point across.
“Hold off on that,” Judge said to Atlas while Nox said something I didn’t catch. Both men hung up and looked at me.
“Why were you looking for Nash in LA or Tennessee?” I asked, wondering if we were missing a far-reaching connectionsomewhere. Preferably the lynchpin that connected all the dots into one tidy package.
“Atlas travels around and has connections across the country he was touching base with to see if anyone had eyes on Nash recently,” Judge explained.
“Did you already find him?” Nox asked while the baby yanked at his beard.
“Parts of him,” I said. “A year or so ago.”
“Fuck. Any insight into who is running his Empire of Excrement?”
“You missed your calling as a poet,” Hollywood said.
“Thank you. It’s about time someone appreciated my way with words.” Nox gave me his focus again. “Did your brother say who?”
I rocked back as my protective hackles rose right alongside my distrustful instincts. “How do you know about him?”
