11
Five hours later, Diana was back in the safe house apartment. In the end, she hadn’t had enough time to hit the club or to sneak into the Denon headquarters. Dawn was too close, and it was a long bike ride to and from the Hamptons. She should have taken the car, but she hated being surrounded by a box when she was upset. She’d had quite enough of that during her childhood.
In her mind, there was a tug along the aether. She sat cross-legged on the bed and lit the candle wick with her mind.
“Di?” Logan asked. “How did it go?”
“Another lead, but technically no closer. I have to interrogate the owner of an Underlife club next,” she said, the distaste in her voice clear.
“Which one?”
“Whore.”
“Oh, god, even I won’t go to that one,” Logan said contemptuously.
Logan and Diana were tech
