OCEANS.
"Any luck?" I asked Reeves, pressing the phone to my ear with more force than necessary.
"No, sir. She's not there," He reported.
"How sure are you?" I hissed.
"Very sure, sir. I even had one of my men pose as a delivery driver with a parcel addressed to her, just to find out. But he was told at the gate that she wasn't there." Reeves reported.
I exhaled slowly through my nose and kept my eyes on the street outside the window, like some part of me genuinely believed I was going to look up at the right moment and find her standing on a pavement somewhere in eight million people, waiting to be located.
She wasn't at Jace's.
I turned that over for a moment, trying to decide what to do with it.
I didn't know if it was a good sign I should be happy about, or a bad sign I should
