FLAVIAN
The location came three hours later.
Not from the police.
From a man who owed me a favor he could never repay.
“Got him,” the voice said. “Old mechanic yard by the eastern bypass. Quiet place. No cameras. Your type of problem.”
I ended the call without replying.
Good.
That meant Sean still thought this was a game.
I stood slowly.
Fiona was across the room, hands wrapped around a cup she hadn’t touched in twenty minutes. She looked up immediately.
Her eyes searched mine.
“Did you find him?”
I nodded once.
Relief hit her so fast it looked like pain.
“Where is he?”
“Industrial yard. Outside the city.”
Her eyes sharpened immediately.
“I’m coming.”
It wasn’t emotional.
It was instinct.
I held her gaze for a long second.
Then nodded.
“Stay close to me. No matter wha
