Page 427 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

The answer came too plainly. Ronan felt sick.

“Move him.”

“We are.”

“Where?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“What?”

“For exactly this reason.”

Ronan stared. Vance continued.

“If Saint has access to communication around this building, the fewer people who know his new location, the better.”

“His?”

“Elliot.”

“I know who you mean.”

“Then let us move him.”

Ronan’s hands curled. Every instinct screamed against it. Elliot moved somewhere Ronan didn’t know. No. That was exactly the point. Saint knew too much because everyone kept carrying information. Maybe Ronan needed not to know. He hated it.

“I want to see him first.”

“No.”

The answer hurt. Ronan stared.

“I promised.”

Vance’s expression softened by a fraction.

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I know you promised to visit.”

Ronan went still. How— Then remembered. Police interviews. Everything.

“Let me tell him.”

“You just saw him.”

“Before Saint sent a fucking picture from inside your building.”

Vance stared. Ronan lowered his voice.

“He’s going to think I disappeared.”

“He knows you’re here.”

“You don’t know that.”