Greco (Book 1.5) (The Omega Group) Read Free Page B

split up. Asteria, you should go to Tritonia and see if anyone
there has any new information. Greco and I will start retracing his mom’s path
over the last couple of days up to her disappearance.”
    Although Greco had told Mirissa a
little bit about his past, she knew there was so much more to it. He’d spoken
to her about it once, and only for a few minutes, but the pain she saw in his
eyes during those uncharacteristic moments spoke volumes. She wanted—needed—to
help him.
    The problem was that Greco didn’t
want her help. She was sure he regretted opening up to her that night. The tiny
crack he’d created in his carefully built armor, though, acted like a magnet to
Mirissa. At first, she’d wrongly assumed he’d continue to open up to her, maybe
even let her in completely. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that
wasn’t going to happen. For weeks she tried to talk to him, but with each
attempt he pulled further away from her. Eventually, she just got tired of
trying. You want me? You know where to find me.
    As they pulled up in front of the
Hyatt Hotel in the historic downtown district of Savannah, Mirissa began
formulating a new plan to open up that crack.
    Within a few minutes they arrived
in their adjoining rooms—Greco in one and the girls in the other. Asteria
wasted no time. She chose the bed closest to the window overlooking the
Savannah River, lay down, and sent her consciousness to Tritonia.
    That left Mirissa alone with
Greco.
    “We should go,” Greco said
through the open door that separated the two rooms.
    “Alright.” Mirissa placed the Do
Not Disturb sign on the door as they left. The last thing they needed was an
unsuspecting maid stumbling upon the unconscious Asteria. “Your dad said he
checked with all of your mom’s old friends already. So, where do you want to
start?”
    “I know what my dad said, but
when it comes to my mother, he’s easily fooled.
    The short ride down the elevator
was filled with the same uncomfortable silence as the drive in, and Mirissa was
getting frustrated. Always trying, and failing, to get information out of him
was getting really old. If sweet doesn’t work, maybe bitchy will, she
thought. “I tell you what, Greco,” she began. “When you think there’s something
that I need to know in order to actually help you find your mother, why don’t
you just let me know. ”
    The elevator doors opened onto
the lobby and Mirissa stormed out, leaving a stunned Greco behind. This was all
part of her plan. It had become painfully obvious that being an attentive,
caring friend to her Guardian wasn’t going to succeed in breaking down his
emotional barriers.
    Their car was still parked right
outside the glass doors of the Hyatt, so Mirissa leaned against the passenger
side door, arms crossed, and waited for Greco to join her. She heard the
telltale click of the door locks being remotely disengaged, and slid into her
seat without even a glance in Greco’s direction. Two can play the brooding
silent game.
    “What is your problem?” Greco
asked as he dropped into the driver’s seat.
    “Just drive. You’ve made it
abundantly clear that you have no interest in talking to me.” Mirissa kept her
voice low and even and her eyes focused straight ahead. A moment later they
were pulling away from the hotel.
    Mirissa was amazed at the almost
immediate change in their surroundings. One minute they were enveloped by incredible
architecture from the eighteenth century housing bars, restaurants, and trendy
boutique-style stores, and the next they were winding through a seedy
industrial area where less-than-subtle prostitutes offered themselves to every
vehicle passing by. They’d traveled less than a mile but it felt like a
different world. Although she desperately wanted to ask Greco where they were
going, she stayed quiet.
    It occurred to her that Greco was
navigating this maze of warehouses, truck yards, and abandoned buildings with
an ease gained only from