Page 98 of Tempest’s Torment

"Still running. I'm copying it before I touch anything."

"Good."

Ghost looks at Savage. "I want every call, text, and message you've had since last night."

"You'll have them."

"Venom, same."

"Yeah."

Then Ghost looks at me and I already know what's coming.

"Tempest."

"No."

"I haven't said anything."

"You're going to tell me to keep my head."

His eyes hold mine. "No. I'm going to tell you we're getting her back."

My throat closes and I look away. Wrong fucking thing to say, because for half a second, all I see is her this morning, her hair everywhere, smiling at me. Me. Kai.

I close my hand into a fist and Ghost steps closer. "We're getting her back."

I look at him. "Then why the fuck are we still standing here?"

Rogue's laptop makes a sound; his head snaps down. "Because I just got the SUV."

Every man in the alley turns toward him. Rogue opens the screen fully.

"Traffic camera two blocks east. Black SUV entered the junction three minutes after Lilah's recording starts."

"Can you follow it?"

"I'm going to."

I move beside him, the image is grainy, but I don't give a fuck. Black SUV, right time, right direction, with her inside it. "Where's it going?"

Rogue's fingers move. "Give me a fucking minute."

"I don't have a minute."

"Neither does Lilah, so let me work."

That shuts me up, barely, but I keep my mouth closed.

Ghost's hand lands on my shoulder. I don't shake it off. I stare at the screen while Rogue moves to the next camera, and then the next. Find her, that's all there is now. Find Lilah.

Rogue takes over Lilah's kitchen table not even thirty minutes later, he’s got two laptops, her phone, his own cell, and enough wires to make the whole thing look like he's planning to launch a fucking satellite from her apartment. There’s still a smell of smoke within the apartment but the fire’s been put out, it didn’t do any major damage, just the door and a few minor furniture pieces. But the door will be replaced and the furniture can be too.

I stay by the window, I can't sit, every time I look toward the table, I see breakfast; her coffee cup is still on the table.

Fuck. I should be out there, tracking her.

Less than an hour ago, she was sitting across from me laughing because I'd lost four games of rummy, but now, her phone is sitting beside Rogue's laptop, because she had enough sense while Evan fucking Calloway was taking her to leave it behind for me.