Chapter 96
Darcy's Pov
The lighter burned a hole in my pocket.
C.M. - two letters stamped into expensive metal. The only lead I had on Adrian.
I sat in my study with the door locked and looked at my phone,thinking about how everything was going. Mark had been working for hours, calling favors, pulling strings. The lighter had to mean something.
When Mark finally called back I was already pacing. "Talk to me," I said.
"Carlos Mendes," he replied. "Small-time criminal. Kidnaps people for pay, collects for loan sharks. Not smart, but he knows how to do dirty jobs."
"Where is he?"
"He's gone quiet. No phone activity, no card use. Like he vanished."
"People don't just vanish," I said. "Find him."
"I'm on it," Mark said. "I'll check his hangouts and associates."
"Adrian doesn't have
