Mason and I couldn't talk because the following day, he was out of town. Some business thing he hadn't bothered to explain. And I was tired of waiting. Tired of hiding. Tired of being the damsel in distress Then a tip came through Sloane. A man named Silas. He'd been Vincent's associate once. Now he was willing to talk. For a price. "He says Vincent has been staying at an old warehouse on the east side," Sloane told me over the phone. "Silas can get us in. But he wants protection." "Protection from what?" "From Vincent. He's scared." I was quiet for a moment. "It could be a trap," I said. "It probably is." Sloane's voice was steady. "But it's the only lead we have." I thought about it. Vincent had been quiet for days. No texts. No threats. Nothing. It was too calm. "Okay," I said. "I'll meet Silas. Alone." "Lucy—" "He won't talk if there are other people. You know that." Sloane was silent for a long moment. "Fine," she said finally. "But I'm going to be nearby. With Liam
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