Page 193 of Things We Hide from the Light
“I have access to some interesting technology that might help,” Lucian volunteered.
“Great. Knox, work with Lucian on that,” I said.
“What do you want me to do?” Naomi asked me. “And don’t even think about leaving me out of this.”
I looked at Nash for help.
“Self-defense,” he said. “You and Waylay are gonna sign up with Fi’s jujitsu instructor for private lessons.” Knox opened his mouth to argue, but Nash shook his head. “Hugo’s not going to get near either of you. But we’re taking zero chances.”
“I look forward to building on my knee-balls-nose repertoire,” Naomi said.
Sloane yawned and looked at her watch. “Okay. We have our assignments. Let’s nail this asshole.”
There was a murmur of agreement around the table.
Mrs. Tweedy noisily slurped up the remainder of her bourbon.
“Come on, Daze. Let’s get you to bed,” Knox said.
The way he said it and the way she looked at him made me think sleep was the last thing either of them had in mind.
Sloane stuffed her notebook back into her bag. “I’ll start a WhatsApp group so we can keep everyone updated.”
“Good thinking,” Nash said.
“Graham,” Nash said to Nolan, jerking his head toward the kitchen.
“A word,” Lucian said, appearing at my elbow.
“What’s up?”
“What’s my real assignment?”
My smile was slow and smug. “I didn’t want to make the ask in front of a U.S. marshal, even if he is batting for our team.”
“I gathered as much.”
“Can you dedicate your creepy shadow network of intel gathering to finding a man with no name and no picture?” I explained Duncan’s faceless, burner phone friend. “He’s the only one I couldn’t track down, and that makes me think he’s the one we need to find.”
“Send everything you have over to me, and I’ll get my team started immediately.”
“Good. Oh, and how do you feel about keeping an eye on Sloane? The rest of us are either trained to deal with this or live with someone who is. Sloane’s by herself, and since you stay next door to her when you’re in town, you’re the most convenient candidate.”
Icy fire danced in Lucian’s eyes. “No one will get near her,” he promised.
“She’ll probably give you shit about the attention,” I warned.
Something that almost looked like a smile played over his handsome face. But then it was gone. “I won’t be run off as easily this time.”
Personally, I was dying to know what other time he was thinking about and how a five-foot-two-inch woman had run off Lucian “Lucifer” Rollins. But it didn’t seem like the time for questions.
We said goodbye as everyone except for Nolan filed out the door, a buzz of purpose and anticipation between them.
Sloane paused in the open doorway. “Still up for being my date to the wedding Saturday?” she called to Nolan, who was lounging against the kitchen island.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, cupcake.”
“Pick me up at—”
