Page 42 of The Vigilant

She collected information through a channel of maids and servers and taxi drivers and bellmen about all of the bad men hiding in plain sight, just waiting for them to make a mistake and put themselves in her sights.

“She didn’t say. Didn’t say much as a matter of fact. She wanted to know if we had anything on Carson.”

I tensed. I didn’t have much since I was too distracted with Sutton.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” I told him. “He’s well-shielded. Not surprising since Belmont publicly brought him into the GrowTech organization. I did get ahold of travel records and managed to match up several destinations between Uzair and Carson. Not only that, but every time, there were two people traveling in Carson’s party: him and a woman.”

“Do we have IDs?”

My head turned in the negative. “The ones they traveled with are fake. I’m running facial recognition, but it hasn’t turned up anything yet. I have to assume that Carson changed their appearances some because of this exact scenario.”

“But they all leave out of San Francisco?”

I nodded. “And he’s the only one who returns.”

“So wherever he’s getting them from, it’s local,” Harm mused. “Not going to risk multiple itineraries under a fake or invest in multiple fakes…”

Not when Uzair considered women disposable.

I nodded wordlessly in agreement. I could pinpoint the moment when his silence turned from thoughtful to curious, and it made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

Harmon Keyes was one of two people who could not only see when something was gnawing at me, but also make me feel like I had to spill my guts. The second person had been Jon.

“What’s going on with Sutton?”

Nothing. Nothing was going on with Sutton.

“Her best friend is missing.”

Harm lifted a brow. “For how long?”

“A little over a month.” We shared a look because anyone who’d ever watched any kind of crime drama on TV knew that after the first twenty-four hours of someone going missing, the likelihood of them being found plummeted.

“I see.”

“Yeah.” I huffed. “That’s why I called in Creed. If anyone can find someone missing this long, it’s him or one of his siblings.”

“How many of them are there?”

“Six.”

Harm made a noise. “And they all live together?”

I chuffed. “I wouldn’t call living on the same couple thousand acres in Wyomingtogether.”

“You think he’ll find her?”

I grunted. “I fucking hope so. For Sutton’s sake.”

“She was close with this girl?”

“Imagine Dare was all you had, and you realized he went missing. How long would you look?”

“I’d never stop,” he said without hesitation. For Harm and Dare, they were brothers by blood as well as by the fires of war.

“I know she won’t either.”

“Did Talon figure out what she?—”

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