Just drunk enough I would be able to slip the phone back into his pocket.
One clumsy fall into his chest and a quick goodbye, the phone was in Kellan’s pocket and I was back at Aiden’s side.
“I found him,” I said, excitement making me feel like screaming it. “I got his name.”
Aiden gazed down at me, a glint of wonder sparking something that made warmth tingle across my skin.
“Of course you did, Psycho. Come on, let’s go talk about it with everyone.”
We made our way to the big table everyone was sprawled around in the corner of the Vault and I told the story as fast as I could.
“I can’t believe you figured this out.” Regan took a sip of my water as she leaned against Rook’s shoulder.
“Of course she did. Our girl is one step away from a detective,” Harper said.
I rolled my eyes. “I found the right person at the right time. It’s not like I’m out solving murders.”
“I feel like we really could solve a murder or two.” Harper grinned with a confident tilt of her head.
Hero snorted, covering his mouth like he might spit out his drink. “You couldn’t even if you tried.”
“I absolutely could.”
“Ten to one, I could solve it before you,” Hero said.
“And ten to one, I would have to be solving a murderyoucommitted.”
“Tou-fucking-ché, Harper,” he grinned.
“Regardless of the murders, I was more focused on who is trying to kill us, not who has killed someone. I’m glad Jack Anderson is finally a real person who we can track down,” Rook added.
“Track down, torture, murder.” Hero shrugged. “All three, even. At least we can get the right guy.”
Jack Anderson.
The man behind the threats. Another power-hungry bastard I was starting to suspect was attempting to take Cameron Fletcher’s place, like it was some kind of throne worth bleeding for.
Veritas, the list with Cameron’s name, the threats, targeting us.
I was starting to think it was time to expect them all to be connected.
And honestly, we should have known there would be cultlike followers of people dying to follow in his footsteps.
I was already tapping away on my iPad, pulling up anything and everything I could find about Jack Anderson. The rest of the pack were walking around, asking anyone who would listen to give them more information about Jack.
Another hour ticked by before we gathered what we had and pieced it together.
From everything we’d found, he just got into town but is well known as a CEO. He’s already trying to push drugs, which will make Asher more than interested. And worst of all, no one knew enough about him yet to know how much of a real threat he could be. Which almost left us right back at the beginning.
I leaned back, downing more of my water and resisting the urge to lean against Aiden, who had sat himself at my side.
My eyes wandered through the crowd, landing on one face I knew well.
Asher moved through the thick horde of people, heading right toward us. It would be dumb not to admit Asher was hot. It wasn’t even how handsome his face was, not only at least, but how easily he commanded the space around him. Even if you didn’t know Asher personally, the predator and prey instincts kicked in and you knew not to piss him off.
“I see you have all decided to slum it here tonight. What’s going on?” he asked.
“A night out,” Hero said, leaning back without a care. “Apparently, we aren’t all work, no play.”
