“We can’t even make plans just yet until we know where Ivan is,” I shot back. “And you’re not going to know that by staring at that outdated map.”
Standing, I pushed my chair back before heading out through the kitchen’s back door. There was a small yard surrounded by a tall, wooden fence. The grass needed some cutting, but other than that, it wasn’t half bad. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I checked my contacts, ignoring the sound of the door opening and closing behind me. From the weight of the footsteps, it wasn’t Sienna who had followed me out.
“Who are you calling?” Killian asked, stepping up beside me.
“People.”
“Thank you,” Killian sneered, “for that descriptive explanation.”
I sighed. “I’m calling around to see if anyone has tabs on Ivan. If you want to help, call some of your own people.”
“Gladly.” His phone was already in his hand, the screen lighting up. “Bet I can find him before you.”
“Really?”
“Hundred?”
I snorted. “You still have that much in your bank accounts?”
“Hey, you allowed me to keep at least a piece of my shares in the businesses,” Killian replied, looking only slightly offended.
“Just call people, Kill. Don’t make this any worse than it has to be.” I turned my back on him, clicking on the first name. I could hear him doing the same. Cain picked up on the first ring.
“What do you need?” He sounded rough, as if he hadn’t even gone to sleep yet.
“When was the last time you’ve seen Ivan Caputo?” I asked immediately, not even bothering with the pleasantries.
“Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Cain. Please.” I gripped the phone tighter. “It’s important.”
He sighed. “Last I heard, he’d gone dark. Haven’t heard his name in a few weeks. Not since…you know.”
“So he disappeared just after my father’s murder?” I asked.
“Basically. But I can’t be too sure. These past few weeks have been busy.” There was a muffled voice beside him, whispering. “Wait. Declan says he saw him a few nights ago.”
I straightened. “Where?”
More muffled voices. “Here, apparently. He was putting out the word for a new job. And you won’t guess who he claimed had ordered it.”
“Me?” I asked dryly.
“Hey, you aren’t looking for about fifteen men to help with a shipment transfer, are you?”
“No, I am not.” My teeth ground together. “Thanks for the tip. Text me if you hear any other details about this supposed job.” I paused. “There’s one more thing.”
“Which would be…?”
“I need you to look into someone for me. A David Atwell. FBI Special Forces, around twenty-eight to thirty-four years old.”
Cain snorted. “You want me to look into a fed for you? Are you serious?”
“Look. I think I know this guy–I think he had something to do with my family. I just can’t remember it. If you do this, I’ll pay you. Big time.”
“Oh, you’ll owe me more than that. We already have more than enough money.”
I gritted my teeth. “We can work out a deal later. This is time-sensitive.”