Leonardo's POV
"Any updates yet?" I asked Lachlan over the phone.
"No luck so far. This criminal's slicker than we thought."
"Right. We need eyes on airports, ports, train stations—can't let him slip out of the country."
"Already got surveillance locked down tight. How's Veronica holding up?"
Lachlan's concern came through clearly.
"She's doing better now."
After ending the call, I filled Veronica in on what Lachlan had told me. She pressed her lips together, thinking hard. Where the hell could that snake Obsidian Uriah be hiding?
——
Obsidian Uriah hunched in a shadowy corner of the abandoned building, sunlight cutting through a broken window. He wound gauze around his wounded arm, pulling the bandage tight with his teeth before securing the knot.
Task finished, he grabbed his phone and hit a contact.
A gravelly voice answered. "Thought I told you—only call if it's life or death."
"Boss, the cops are breathing down my neck. Got nowhere left to run."
