Page 73 of Tempest’s Torment

He answers on the first ring. "You alone?"

I glance toward the sofa; Lilah hasn't moved. "Yeah, what've you got?"

"We found Webb's office."

Holy crap, already? I shouldn’t be surprised. Rogue’s the fucking best at what he does, but still. "And?"

"It wasn't much of an office. It's a small room above a travel agency three streets from Petals, which, according to the travel agency, was vacated yesterday."

"So why do you need me?"

"He left something behind."

“What?” I demand. I’m not waiting for him to tell me when I get there; I need answers now.

"A receipt."

I run my hand along the back of my neck. "For what?"

"Flowers," he tells me, and I frown. "Lilies. He purchased them every Thursday."

I look back toward the sofa. "Lilah never mentioned lilies." If they’d been sunflowers, she’d have told me about them, but lilies? I don’t understand the correlation.

"Ghost thinks she wouldn't."

"Meaning?"

"We think they weren't for her."

I straighten. "What?"

"We think they were for Calloway."

The fuck?

"He bought the flowers, took the photographs, passed everything back. It was a routine, the same day every week."

I rub a hand over my jaw. "You need me there?"

"Yeah."

I look toward Lilah again. Fuck, I want to go, but... "I can't."

"I know you can’t leave her, that’s why Ghost already sorted it."

That catches my attention. "What'd he do?"

"Natalia's coming over."

I shake my head even though he can’t see me. "Not enough."

"It isn't." Rogue almost sounds amused. "Which is why Sniper's bringing her."

I nod. "And?"

"Jinx,” he says and that makes more sense; there’s no way Ghost would only have one man on Natalia and Lilah. "Ghost wants two sets of eyes on the apartment while you're gone."

"How long?" I ask