“She was out doing more of her investigating, looking into whoever she thinks is really to blame for the double-cross, and now she’s gone quiet,” I said, hoping I didn’t have to spell out why this seemed like bad news.
Lucan swiped his hand across his mouth. “That combination of characters looks like she could have been jabbing her thumb over the screen keypad as quickly as possible, just to send something.”
“Like she realized she was in deep shit and didn’t have time to say so,” I filled in.
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” Darius heaved a breath, his arms folding over his chest so the muscles bulged. Then the cool, commanding vibe that I’d always admired in him even when it pissed me off filled out his stance. “We have to go. We have to find out what’s happened to her—and what she’s uncovered.”
“And make sure she’s still alive to tell us about it,” Lucan said, paling.
As angry as we all had been, it was good to know none of us actually wanted her dead. I leapt back to my feet. “Then let’s get moving!”
Whatever we found, I had the feeling it was going to answer all our questions. Hopefully we wouldn’t regret the way we’d forced this crisis to a head.