There is a divider between the rear seats and the driver.
For the first time since I ran away from the wedding, I am alone.
I do not like it.
I can only hope that Kane will find me before Jiwan forces me to marry him.
16Infil-Extract; The Everything Kiss
Kane
Ican say with authority I’ve never felt rage this potent before.
Right out from under my nose. In public. The food court of a fucking mall. He fucking took her—I know it had to have been the jackass she was sold to by her jackass father. I got the plate number of the car she was put into, so that’s something.
Rev is driving because I’m nowhere near calm enough to operate a motor vehicle. I’m on the phone with Inez.
“Jiwan?” she repeats the name I told her. “You have a last name?”
I grunt a negative. “She said it once, I think, but I can’t remember it and I’m not sure I could pronounce it right anyway.”
A silence. “The plate number is registered to a shell LLC. Dead end.”
“Can’t you do some spy shit? Track it?”
Inez barks a humorless laugh. “I could. With the right equipment, which I do not have access to.” She holds another silent moment. “I have a few things I could try, but digital tracking is not my skill set.”
“What is your skill set?” Rev asks, from the driver’s seat.
“Wet work.” She makes a musing sound. “I’ve just had a thought.”
“Gonna share it? Time is of the essence,” I say.
“You had lunch yesterday with Xavier Badd.”
“And?”
“And Xavier Badd is one of the premier technological innovators and experts on the planet.”
I groan. “If you’ve got a point, please make it, Inez. I’d like to get my woman back from this Jiwan fuckhole.”
“So, if Xavier Badd does not have the skills and tools to track that vehicle, he will know who does.”
“Oh. Not a bad idea. I have his number, let me let you go so I can call him.”
“I will keep doing what I can on this end. Finding Myka was a fairly simple prospect, as I am familiar with cartel operations, and I knew where they would have taken her. This is a different scenario and unknown operators.”
“Right. Gonna call Xavier, Inez.”
“Stay in contact with me.”
I wonder, as I bring up Xavier’s number, what Inez’s background is that she’s familiar with South American drug cartel operations and has a wet work skill set—wet work being the messy, bloody stuff.
The line rings four times. “You have reached Xavier Badd.”
“Xavier. This is Kane Sutherland.”
A brief pause. “We had lunch yesterday.”
