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ALIK
“Why are we here?” Arthur asks as I pull the car up to the Irish compound.
We stop at the gate, though I don’t expect them to let us in. I put the car in park, roll down my window so they can see clearly who’s here, and wait.
“Alik.”
“Just trust me.” I search the compound entrance, not seeing any movement. “This is how we’ll find her.”
“She isn’t here. Creeper is a low-level thug; they’d never let him in here. We’re wasting?—”
“I don’t know thisCreeper. It’ll take too long for me to find what I need on him. The Irish have better resources,” I reply, hating myself for not seeing the man as the threat he obviously was. Arthur told me what he did to her on the side of the road, the danger that was there, yet all I saw was the bruise on her face, the damage to her car.
Why didn’t she tell me?
Why didn’t I see through the lie?
I blink away my thoughts when Finn steps through the front door of the two-story concrete building the Irish use as a baseand walks this way, giving me a little wave and smirk when our eyes meet.
I get out of the car as he looks back and raises his thumb to someone who must be watching, then slides through the gate for the few seconds it’s unlocked.
As Arthur gets out of the car, Finn’s brow arches towards his hairline.
“You bringing cops to our operation, friend?”
“He isn’t here as a cop. He’s here as Olive’s father. One of your guys has her, and I need to know where.”
“Olive who?” he responds with a bored look.
My eyes pinch with a glare. “This is serious, Finn. Cut the bullshit.”
“Is she in trouble?” He leans against my car, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirks. “How terrible.”
“Tell us where she is,” Arthur demands, grabbing Finn’s jacket to shake him. It’s a mistake I don’t get the chance to warn him about because Finn takes Arthur’s fingers with a skilled hand and bends them back with a yank until a crack sounds.
Arthur’s face whitens as he gasps, his features twisting with pain. Finn lets go and pats him on the shoulder with a small grin. “Let’s keep our hands to ourselves, ’kay champ?”
“Arthur, wait in the car,” I growl at him. He scowls at me, holding his mangled hand, but after a few seconds, he leaves us.
“Finn, please,” I say, hating the desperation in my voice. His eyes turn to me. “The man who has her is named Creeper. He’s one of your?—”
“Dealers. Yeah, I’m aware,” he deadpans. “It’s a stupid name that’s hard to forget, but also, I’m the one who told him to pack up when the warrant went out for his arrest.”
I glare. “Cormac didn’t order you to kill him?”
“For what, fucking your girl?” Finn laughs. “No. Ol’ Agent Solace here pissed Boss off pretty good, and we know Creeper’sconnection to the princess, so… Yeah, no, we weren’t gonna fix your problem for you. Creeper knows what happens if he talks.” He runs his thumb across his neck and winks.
“Where did you tell him to go?” I ask, my voice somehow even while my insides are shaking.
What if he took her out of Vegas? Out of the state?
What if he plans to kill her?
“I’m not his mommy.” Finn shrugs.
“Who are his friends?” I ask, searching my mind for a next move. I could’ve been searching credit card transactions, finding those closest to him and forcing them to talk, looking into any and all connections he has. Instead, I’m here, relying on Finn.
