Gio
Six weeks. That’s how long it had been. It seemed like longer. Much, much longer. It might as well have been six years. Although that didn’t quite cover it either. And the worst thing was that I had almost caught up with her several times. The Judge’s network of contacts seemed never ending but we always got there a day too late.
The damn biker Domino was always one step ahead.
And it was driving me to distraction.
“We will find her.” The Judge curled his hands around the steering wheel with enough force that his knuckles turned white. For all his calm words, he was becoming as frustrated as I was.
I didn’t turn in my seat. Instead, I just sat there and watched the rain pelt down on the windscreen. It was oddly calming. “Are you sure about that?” I didn’t even try to keep the desp
