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He lifted his head as I came around the end of the hallway. “Mr. Salvatore.”
My pulse was booming as I met his gaze. “You’re military trained, correct?”
“Yes, sir,” he answered, his gaze narrowing. “Special Forces, specialist in recon.”
“Recon,” I repeated. “And if I ask you to pull up a satellite image, I can trust it stays between us?”
He licked his lips and inhaled, before answering carefully. “Well, it depends. Is this a personal matter, sir? Or does it concern the Commission?”
“Smart,” I murmured, mulling over the question and its implications. “Let’s call it personal.”
One careful nod. “Then I see no reason to report it to the Commander. Especially if we’re, say…checking out some hotties on the coast of…”
“Mauritius,” I answered.
He gave a smile and swiveled his chair over to a computer. “Mauritius it is.”
I moved closer, watching as his fingers flew across the keyboard, punching in passwords and login information. Before I knew it, he was pulling up a satellite image and narrowing in.
“Moris Dime,” I urged, watching the image sweep across the city and zoom in.
“The Dime.” The operator winced. “Not the place I’d look for a stunner, but…”
I licked my lips as abandoned ruin after abandoned ruin filled the screen. “Can you filter down to isolated buildings?”
“Sure can. Any specific one?”
“Just give me them all.”
One nod and it was done. He punched in details in a separate window, panning out to track specific roads. The printer beside him whirred and started spitting out six by eight images of houses.
“I’ll send a copy of this to a special backup file on your phone I set up for the cameras,” he explained, punching in the details.
Barely a second later, and my phone gave abeep.I pulled it up, finding the file information displayed on the screen. He grabbed the printed images, tapped them on the desk beside him, and handed them over. “Moris Dime is a dangerous place, Mr. Salvatore.”
“It is,” I agreed, taking them from his hand. “Lucky thing danger is my line of work.”
I turned and made my way out of the control room, folding the images carefully before tucking them under the tail of my shirt as I made my way back to the apartment. Anna’s father was hiding out in some filthy, rat-infested building far away from the safety of his own house.
He had no plans to go back there.
And she had all intentions of leaving.
I needed to know why…before my father did.
For both their sakes.
37
Anna
I turned from the closed elevator doors and stepped inside the quiet apartment. “Kat?” But there was no answer, not a soft snore from her bedroom or the rush of the shower telling me she was here at all. “Okay,” I muttered, and walked toward my bedroom.
Kat’s bed was empty, the sheets clean and straightened. The maid had obviously been in, it was either that or she hadn’t stayed here last night. I winced at the stabbing pain in my head. But even through the agony, worry pushed in.
Kat had been different in the last few days with Damon. I'd thought that with Damon, she’d be happy and glowing. But the truth was, she was the opposite, withdrawn and tired. Gone was the spark of excitement in her eyes. They were haunted now, surrounded by dark circles. She’d withdrawn from me. But maybe that was Kat? What did I know?
I made my way into my bedroom, tugging the zipper of my dress before stepping out of it and tossing it into the laundry basket. The throb in my head grew bolder. I winced, shielded my eyes, and stumbled to the window, pressing the button to close the black-out shutters.
