Page 42 of Zero
I kissed her head.
“Sometimes my words bypass my brain.”
“We all have those moments.”
Silence…
“Do you think we’re going to find Justice?”
“I have to think we’re going to find him.” I replied. “I refuse to believe otherwise. I’ve been thinking about where Morena could be holding him. I think it would have to be somewhere out of the way, a place where the locals wouldn’t find out about because in a place like this people talk.”
“That makes sense—but he could be anywhere on the island.”
I shook my head. “No—it wouldn’t be just about anywhere.” For a moment, I stopped speaking to press my lips to her forehead. After a brief silence, Bailey lifted her forehead from my mouth to lock eyes with mine.
“Think about it.” I told her. “He can’t legally buy a ticket to fly into Jamaica because there’s an international warrant out for him. He’d have to find another way.”
“Private jet sneaking onto the island.” She thought out loud. “That’s possible by landing on empty pieces of land, dead roads in the countryside—anywhere big enough for a small jet. I mean, some of the side streets are so dead, you could land six planes and clear the area before traffic even get to it.”
“That is true.”
“Or over water.” Bailey added.
“Water is my guess. If that’s the case, he’s going to need to have access to it always.” I dragged my fingers through my hair. “And it won’t be far from where his target is from.”
“So, if he has to run because of—let’s say, a raid.” She was thoughtful as she sat up then turned to look down into my face. “You’re saying where they’re holding my brother has to be around here, close to water or has ready access to the water.”
“Precisely!”
“Well, come on.” She scrambled to her feet and extended a hand to me. “You can do your hacker thing to find a layout of the island and I can probably help you pick out locations to check into.”
Smiling, I was accepting her hand when Eton stuck his head out the door.
“Zero, Saint is here,” he said.
“Right on time.” I accepted her help in pulling me off the ground. “Damn. Times like this I realize how old I’ve gotten.”
“Old?” Bailey asked. “I have ways of proving you wrong.”
“Bad girl.” I purred.
When we entered, I quirked a brow. Saint Toussaint was a powerful looking man. Around six foot, maybe a hundred and eighty pounds of muscles, he extended a large hand toward me with a ready smile.
“Saint Toussaint.” He explained with a slight accent. “You can call me Bòkò.”
“Rei Hakama.” I shook his hand. “Zero.”
I went around the room introducing everyone and after Eton brought him a drink, we sat to discuss what was happening and what Bòkò knew about Morena. That with what Dude had for us, we managed to come up with a kind of plan.
It took me no time at all to hack into the city’s archives to access the maps we needed. Soon, we were picking out places where Morena could be laying low.
After an hour, I sighed and flopped back in my seat. “There are too many to search. Even with Barbie and Crash—and we’re running out of time.”
Bailey rubbed her eyes then the back of her neck. I wanted to take her into my arms, but I wasn’t sure if she wanted everyone to know about us getting together. I settled for sitting forward again and brushing her shoulder with mine.
She rewarded me with a tired smile.
“Okay—let’s try narrowing it down.” Bòkò cleared his throat. “Which of these areas are the busiest?”
