Page 85 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I grabbed the laptop and tucked it into the backpack I had with me. If there was anything worth finding, Yair was more than capable.
Moving toward his bedroom, I pushed the door open and scanned the space.
Closet full of clothes. Personal items still in the bathroom. Unmade bed, but nothing missing. Nothing about this shit made sense. If Trent was trying to disappear, this place should have looked a lot different.
This shit didn’t make sense and I was annoyed as fuck. I also couldn’t waste waste time standing around. I had what I needed. I made my way back out, locking up behind me, then moved through the neighborhood headed back to my car.
Once inside, I tossed the backpack onto the passenger seat, rubbing a hand over my jaw. Having to chase Trent complicated things. If I knew how to find him, I could just end this shit and move on. At the very least I wouldn’t have to worry about Baylyn so much.
This shit was a game I didn’t have patience for. I pulled off the street and dialed Yair. He answered on the second ring. “Tell me you found something.”
“Not a gotdamn thing which is annoying the fuck out of me. House is still intact. Clothes still in the closet. Laptop was still on the damn desk but I grabbed that so you can take a look at it.”
Yair didn’t respond right away. I could hear the clicking of his keyboard in the background.
“Search the database,” I said. “See if Trent’s tried to get any work.”
“Already did. Nothing.”
“Fuck. This isn’t making sense.”
“You checked his accounts yet?”
“What little he had is still there with no recent transactions but I’m diving deeper,” Yair said. “He has to have cash somewhere. It’s just not accessible but that makes sense considering he doesn’t want to be found.”
I agreed silently. Yair kept typing and then stopped abruptly. “I found something though.”
“What?”
“A minor detail. One he wouldn’t have considered.”
“What’s up?”
“He spent time at Chapter House.”
I frowned. “How do you know?”
“Membership is high as hell and he didn’t have enough to cover the renewal in any of the accounts I found.” Yair’s voice was casual, but I knew he had already figured out more. “That got me thinking about other shit. The women there take personal payments.”
I knew where he was going with this before he even said it.
“There are transactions from his account to someone named Sea’an London.” Yair chuckled. “A lot of fucking transactions.”
“His regular.”
“Looks like it.”
“Can you get me in?”
Yair barked out a laugh. “Yeah, if you pay fifty grand for membership.”
I scowled. “The fuck? Fifty grand just to look at pussy you can’t touch?”
Yair sounded amused. “It’s exclusive. The lowest you can get is ten for general membership, but no private rooms. Just drinks at the bar.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m paying that.”
Even if I didn’t have Baylyn I wouldn’t pay that much to look at pussy I couldn’t touch. Hell, porn was free on the internet. If I got that fucking desperate, I knew how to hit search.
