respectful of the privacy of his friends."
"Ah, yes. That's true. Well, Gavin and I were estranged,
but I wanted him to care for my other two children when I was injured. That's
why Parker dropped by to visit you to begin with. And then, I'm told there was
an attack on your establishment and it had some sort of connection to Parker's
new boyfriend?"
"Quite." Jensen scowled, remembering the possessive
way Finn Simmons had treated Parker. "I tried to ask Parker what he was
involved in, but he insisted he could handle it. To be honest, I'm not sure if
that's the case."
He paused as he skimmed over the new information on his
screen. His tracking program gave him some extra details on Alicia Cook,
including her employment, marital status, and information on her children. She
seemed harmless enough, and if she could give him a nudge in the right
direction, Jensen knew better than to waste the opportunity. "I've been
attempting to find them. Do you have any sort of information that might help,
things your son might have told you?"
It was insanely difficult to find any sort of relevant data
on the Simmons family. Every time he thought he was on to something, it turned
out to be a fake trail. It had unsettled him a great deal, since no one covered
their tracks like that if they didn't have anything really suspicious to hide.
Even the doctor who'd helped Jensen through his concussion—William Orwell—had
disappeared into the ether.
Mercifully, Alicia could indeed help. "Well... I
remember they said they were going to Wisconsin. I believe the property was
owned by Finn's brother, Saul."
"Any other names you can remember? Dates,
locations?"
He was already typing, making lists, his mind working
furiously as he took in the data. Alicia might never know just how much she
helped, but with every single detail she gave him, he was closer to finding
Parker and his companions.
Finally, Alicia was out of things to say. "Well? What do
you think? Can you find him?"
Jensen skimmed his list with far more detailed information
and grinned. "Yes. Definitely."
****
Erdi didn't know how much time had passed between his last
beating and Baqir's next visit. For the most part, his wounds had healed, but
he had received medical attention for it, so that didn't provide him with an
adequate frame of reference.
When the door opened, he sat up, or at least tried to,
insofar as the chains allowed him. Baqir gestured to the guards who obediently
reached for the bindings and undid them.
"It's time to meet with your new Alpha," Baqir
said. "Come on."
Erdi struggled to his feet, eyeing the other silencers in the
room warily. He was almost expecting a trap, but he knew Baqir well. There was
no reason his Malik would have gone through this elaborate deception just to
kill Erdi. If Baqir had wanted Erdi dead, it would have happened already.
Despite this knowledge, Erdi couldn't help but be surprised
when Baqir led him to his former room. "Wash up and get dressed," he
instructed. "Quickly now. We don't want to leave your new Alpha
waiting."
Erdi silently complied. He washed as quickly and efficiently
as possible, even if the water felt heavenly after so much time spent in the
filthy cell. The faster he got out of here the less chances there were that
he'd lose this opportunity to become something other than a silencer.
He wasn't given privacy to pull on his clothes, not that he
expected it, or even minded. Baqir tapped his foot impatiently, looking more
and more irritated with every second that passed.
The moment Erdi was ready, Baqir grabbed his arm and forcibly
dragged him out of the room. His claws dug into Erdi's arm slightly, but the
pain was only a reminder of what he stood to lose and what he could gain.
Freedom from the guild. It almost seemed too good to be true.
Outside the safe house, Baqir shoved him in an already
waiting black van. Some of the other silencers got in with him, while Baqir
slid into the seat next to the driver.
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