Knox POV
A few hours pass, and the sound of boots on concrete and the usual grumbling of hungover men rouses me. I get up, shower, dress, and walk through the main room to the kitchen. I brew a pot of coffee and lean against the counter, staring at nothing while the steam curls from the cup in my hand.
I’m at a crossroads. I can go ask Glitch to dig into her info, pull up her address. Or I can respect the silence she left behind and let it go.
Ghost walks in, pours himself a mug, and gives me a long look. “You’re looking hung up.”
I grunt in response, but he keeps going.
“Heard she bolted around four. Grudge said she looked rattled.”
I nod and stare down into the coffee. “Yeah. I’m debating if I should have Glitch track her down.”
Ghost snorts. “Track her down? You’re not usually th
