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“What?”
“A t-shirt press. He runs a merch company. Where are the supplies?” I asked.
“Not… not here,” Sway said.
“Get Rook working harder,” I snapped before ending the call. “What?” I barked at Erion whose lips were curved up ever so slightly.
“Was fucking a girl for a while,” he started. “Used to love taking pilates classes at the gym. A strong core makes a lot of positions a fuckuva lot more fun.”
“The fuck do I care about that for?” I asked.
“Just thought you might be interested,” he said, taking a dramatically long drag of his cigarette. “Because her instructor was named Melissa.”
Melissa.
M.
Melissa?
A woman?
I mean, yeah, of course it could have been a woman. Hadn’t I known enough women in the criminal world to stop thinking that we were all men?
“What’s going on here?” a voice said as the door opened.
And there was Nyx’s ex.
Czar Petcova.
Looking between all of us with raised brows.
“Another day, another Henchmen girlfriend kidnapping,” Erion said, waving a hand dismissively. “We were prime suspects for a while,” he added, completely not offended by that fact.
Before Czar could even process what was going on, though, I was turning and storming out of the room, vaguely aware of Colter’s footsteps behind me as we went.
“Melissa,” I hissed to myself as I reached for my phone, calling Nyx’s studio.
“Ah, karate place,” Rook answered, too distracted to remember the name of the place he was pretending to work.
“Rook. The name we are looking for is Melissa,” I said.
“Melissa,” he repeated. “That sounds… familiar,” he said, and I could hear the keyboard clicking at a pace that felt inhuman for a second. “There it is. Melissa. Ex-girlfriend of Gray. Also has a rap sheet. Lots of arrests for possession. Only one charge, but she got out in six months.”
“Is she still living around here?” I asked as I rushed toward my bike.
“Ah…”
“Rook,” I hissed.
“I’m trying, man. I don’t see her listed any… hm,” he said.
“Hm, what?”
“She’s got a grandmother who lives in the trailer park,” he said. “Thing is… her grandma is in long-term rehabilitation after breaking her hip.”
“What’s the trailer address?” I asked, getting on my bike, mentally calculating the distance.
Not far from the apartments.
