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I’m not quiet about the heavy sigh I release down the line. “Is the spy-speak really necessary?”

“Obviously.”

“And whiskers?”

“Your last name is Wolfe.”

“Do wolves even have whiskers?”

“Of course they do, but we’re getting off topic. Do you have the target secured?”

I squint my eyes at the car line. A black sedan speeds away with screeching tires, and a gold-sprayed G-Wagon rolls to the front.

“What car does Sebastian drive?” I whisper into my phone like it’s a walkie-talkie.

“You’re not actually supposed to name the target, you know?” She tuts. “But, uh, he drives a black Mercedes, I think.”

“For fuck’s sake, Aspen. This is information I needed before this godforsaken heist.” I stare wide-eyed as the car I just watched drive away accelerates down the street. “Target is on the move. I repeat, the target is on the move.”

“What? You had one job, Alex. One job.”

“Technically, I had two.” And I didn’t complete either of them. “And we wouldn’t be in this predicament if you had told me what car to look out for ahead of time.”

“Go after him.” On the other end of the line, I hear something click followed by the squeaking of hinges. “I’m in his office. You’re gonna need to get here right the fuck now and distract him before he catches me.”

I fist my keys in my hand and sprint to my car. “Aspen, this is a horrible plan.”

“We’re doing this for Eden and Macon, remember?”

Damn her that she knows exactly what I need to hear right now to keep me on board. It doesn’t matter how outlandish her idea is; it beats sitting around and waiting for the phone to ring. I managed a total of eighteen hours doing that, and it got us nowhere. At least submitting myself to Aspen’s unique brand of chaos gives us a chance of getting Macon home tonight.

At least it gives us hope.

Noises on her end rustle as I throw my car into drive and peel off after Sebastian. “Do you know where you’re going?”

I clutch the steering wheel with a death grip. “Nope.”

“Head west into Belltown. His building is a couple streets back from the waterfront.”

That’s about a ten-minute drive from here. By my calculations, Sebastian has a two-minute head start, so it’s going to take some serious gas and a couple of shortcuts to intercept him in time.

Shit.

I’ve gotta move.

Eden will already be less than pleased once she finds out about our little vigilante adventure. She’ll be beyond pissed if I end up getting her sister arrested for breaking and entering on top of it. Though, I’d argue Aspen had brought it on herself.

“Have you found anything yet?”

My car hits a curb as I turn a sharp corner.

“No.” There’s a bang, then another one, followed by some clattering. “To be honest, I don’t really know what I’m looking for.”

“That’s reassuring.”

Sebastian’s brake lights blink ahead of me as he stops at a red light. I whip left down a side street, speeding through an avenue of parked cars and nearly taking out a side mirror before rejoining the road ahead of him.

“How far out are you?”