Mason
“This makes absolutely no sense, Mason,” Blackburn muttered as he brought the car to a smooth stop. “We’ve been doing this ridiculous routine for days now.”
I ignored his complaint completely, opened my door, and stepped out onto the street.
I was grateful that Blackburn had at least parked somewhere we’d be difficult to spot. Over the past few weeks, I’d essentially turned myself into a full-time stalker, constantly searching for Maya around the city.
Once I found her, I’d follow her secretly throughout her day, carefully noting her routines and habits.
I’d also noticed how close she was to a small boy who seemed to be with her constantly. After doing some discrete digging through my contacts, I’d discovered that she’d apparently adopted the child from Northern Pack.
That disc
