"Did he say where he was going?"
Gianna watched Spider and Sandro exchange wry, knowing glances before shaking their heads at Ewan's question.
"He just dropped the girl off and vanished," Sandro cited, crossing his legs with a casual air that belied the early hour.
They were gathered in the expansive Thorne living room, the air thick with the silent anticipation of the upcoming interrogation. They were supposed to have commenced the questioning thirty minutes ago but Zane was nowhere to be found.
As the one who had actually infiltrated the club and captured the man, he held more tactical information than Sandro, who had merely acted as the extraction backup. They all needed his input, especially Gianna, who felt a physical thirst for the truth.
She rested her fisted hands on her thighs before crossing them tightly over her chest. Her feet tapped out a restless, rhythmic dance on the floor. Where the hell was he?
