I did not have his number.
"Oooops," I whispered to the empty room. "What do I do now?"
I sank backward onto the covers and looked up at the ceiling, thinking hard.
There was one obvious answer. Marco.
Marco had run the background check on Adrian weeks ago, when I first started noticing him. Names, addresses, work history, all of it neatly filed away in whatever system Marco kept.
If anyone in my organization had Adrian's number, it would be him. All I had to do was pick up the phone, call him, and ask.
I actually reached for the screen.
Then I stopped.
Naaaa. I didn't think so.
It wasn't that I didn't trust Marco.
I trusted him more than almost anyone alive.
He had been at my side since the very first day, loyal and steady through every storm.
But I could already picture ho
