Silas
He got the message at ten forty-three.
The address came through two minutes after. He was already moving before he finished reading it.
The drive should have taken twenty minutes. He made it in twelve. He sat in the back with his jaw set and his phone in his hand going over what he knew. She was at a party. Someone had been following her and that person had been picked up by his people. That part was handled. What was not handled was the fact that she was in the middle of a crowd somewhere in this city without knowing any of it, and whatever had been following her had not been doing it for no reason.
He did not like how any of it added up.
The car pulled up and he was out before it had fully stopped. The house had light coming from every window. People on the front steps. He wen
