Page 66 of Striker
“I agree. I want to help make that happen, but I need to know where to find him.”
She lowered her gaze to the floor. “I-I know where he might have gone. I can’t say for sure, but?—”
“Where?”
When she lifted her lashes, he saw tears in her eyes. “They’ll kill me if they find out I said anything.”
“Look. I can either help track him down and put him away, or he can run loose. If we don’t catch him, you’ll see him again, I’m sure.”
Her shoulders sunk an inch. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” She sighed, long, heavy, and resigned. “He’s probably with Katrina Klause.”
“Who’s that?”
“His mistress. He only sees me for convenience. I don’t know where she lives—but it’s not close to here. I’ve heard rumors about Katrina. She’s depraved. More evil than he is.”
“How long have they been a thing?” He hadn’t seen anything about a Katrina and they’d been researching Rex for a month.
“I don’t know. From what I understand, they keep their relationship out of the public eye.”
Questions buzzed in his head. “How can I find her?”
Knock, knock, knock
“Jenna, open the fucking door or we’ll break it down!”
Her face turned white.
Fuck.
Chapter
Sixteen
Molly stayed in the bedroom for a while, but she just couldn’t get tired. Waiting up all night wouldn’t do her any good, but how could she sleep knowing Atlas was out risking his life? If she could get a few hours of rest, at least the time would go by faster.
First, she needed to brush her teeth. If Atlas came to her in the morning, she didn’t want to repel him.
She walked out of the bedroom and Wraith looked up from the computer.
“How’s our lad?” he asked with a wicked grin.
She forced a smile. “Alive at least. He thinks they’ll be back by morning.”
Wraith leaned back in his seat, his arms folded across his chest. “They’ll have to be, yeah. Can’t go that long without sleep. They’ll take shifts, but I’m sure he’ll come by the hotel once he’s off.”
Great. Nowhere near done by the sounds of it.
“Wanna see your hard work?”
She crinkled her nose. “My what?”
He jerked his head to the seat beside him. “You found a match for Rex. Couple actually, but one that looks promising.”
She gasped and hurried to sit next to him. “You know where he is?”
“Not quite that simple, lass.” He moved his fingers over the touchpad and brought the curser to an unmistakable image of Rex. “From this morning. I’m sure it was your luck that landed this shot.”
She snorted. “Please. I’ve got anything but luck.”
