Page 54 of August

August fought the anger that sparked in his veins. All it took was her mentioning the asshole and part of him wanted to go apeshit and break stuff. If he had his way, he’d start with Todd’s legs. Femur probably.

Dragging his gaze to his computer, which sat on the desk near the window, he snagged her wrist and towed her in that direction. Pulling out the chair, he sat then tugged her onto his lap. He could’ve just been a gentleman and let her sit, but no. Selfishly, he wanted her sweet little body as close to his as possible. On him.

Her ass settled on his upper thigh and his cock shot to attention. Wrapping his left arm around her hips, he held her in place and brought the screen to life.

Todd’s stupid face was exactly where August had left it. Gigi stiffened. “What’s this?”

“This is how we’re going to find him.” Reaching around her, August typed Washington. Best place to start was right at home. The program would bring up anyone who matched Todd’s facial analysis based on the match percentage August had inputted.

After plugging in 70 percent, he waited. Random images of men blipped across the screen right next to Todd’s photo, reminding him of a slot machine.

“Whoa,” Gigi wheezed.

“No doubt.” The program was impressive. Government level. If they didn’t find Todd after this, maybe Gigi was right and they wouldn’t.

A few minutes passed. August’s eyes stayed glued to the computer as he watched the number grow on the right side of the screen. Lots of possible contenders. Finally, the glitchy images stopped and the results were displayed.

202 matches

Gigi groaned. “This might take a while.”

“Yup. Let’s get started.” He clicked on the first image. Gigi studied a photo of a man taken from a street camera.

“Nope.”

“You sure? Try to look closely because—”

“It’s not him.”

“’Kay.” He flicked through the next and the next and the next. Occasionally Gigi would have him stop for a beat so she could examine the photo. Just over an hour later they had fifteen possibilities.

None were a 100 percent match.

“My eyes hurt.”

August had long ago given Gigi the desk chair and dragged one from the kitchen for himself. “We can take a break. See what the others came across.”

Gigi yawned and pressed her fingers to her lips. “Good idea. Hopefully they’ve got more intel than we do.”

August led the way back to the living room. “How’s it going?”

“Found the Radcliffe home. Well, one of ’em.” Taschen’s wry answer drew August to the kitchen island.

He stared at the images of a beautiful waterfront home that looked more like a mansion than any kind of lake house.

“Looks like they bought it five years ago. I found the original listing and specs. Satellite images taken in the last year show they have a speedboat and a plane that lands at their dock. It’s very possible they’ve hidden Todd here.”

Gigi went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Instinct told August that preparing food was her way of settling her unrest. Sure enough, she pulled out sandwich fixings and items for a charcuterie board.

Once again, he thanked himself for stocking the cupboards. He’d buy anything if it kept her content.

“You should see their personal residence,” Taschen said, disdain clinging to his words. “It’s pretty impressive as well.”

Turning his attention back to Taschen’s findings, August tilted the screen for a better angle. He didn’t even want to know what the Radcliffes had purchased the San Juan Island property for. There was no way that kind of money was clean.

“We need to get the Radcliffes to hand him over,” August mused.

Rami came up behind him and bumped his shoulder as he took the chair next to Taschen. “How do you suppose we do that?” he said with a snort. “Call ’em up and ask?”

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