“Rinna,” she said, not lifting her gaze. “How’s the tracking of Gunnar going using his cell number?”
Rinna, seated in the passenger seat ahead of her, turned slightly. “Progressing well, Luna. I’ve managed to get a solid signal—he’s still within Crimson’s territory.”
Freda’s brow furrowed. “Still in Crimson? I thought he would’ve fled by now after the way things ended between us.”
Rinna sighed. “He’s holed up somewhere in the west wing. An old trail led us there. It’s… odd. That was bold of him though.
Freda folded her arms. “Bold indeed. He had the nerve to speak back to me, to disregard the importance of our mission. Now he’s staying in my territory. How amusing.”
Minutes passed in tensed silence.
“Got him,” Rinna suddenly said, a trace of satisfaction in his voice. “Coordinates co
