Simon swore violently under his breath when the car bearing him, Malcolm and Mason pulled up to the dilapidated flat house Venus was allegedly occupying. They had made good time, arriving twenty minutes before Venus was slated to return home from her classes. Malcolm sent him a startled look, one eyebrow arched in question.
But Simon offered no explanation. His only response was a dark, brooding scowl, one that was echoed on Mason’s stony features. Neither man was happy that this was where Venus had been living while they’d been combing the streets of the city looking for her.
But at least the doorman had been caring enough to ensure that Venus had a safe place to go. For that, the doorman would have Malcolm’s undying gratitude.
“Wait here for me,” Malcolm said as he opened the door to
