CHAPTER 69
Damien’s POV
“Bloody hell!” I cursed after Rose provided the description. It was a perfect match for the man I was looking for—the one who had paid Ellis Scooter to collect his phone.
Only one thing was different between the description I forced out of Ellis and the one Rose gave me—the man's dressing. But it was him alright.
“What's wrong?” Rose asked, her eyes rounded with alarm.
I met her gaze, but the whirlwind of words forming in my head refused to leave my mouth. Instead, they swirled, mingling with the frantic thoughts my hyperactive mind was producing. The dots were all there, but what connected them?
I could almost see a big question mark floating in my view, and beneath it was the man with the spiky hair. Who was he?
“Damien?” Rose said, her voice thick with fea
