“Find her.”
Stew draped his arm around her as I stood. I bent and kissed her cheek, clapping Stew on the shoulder firmly as I straightened. I felt the padding under his suit jacket. “Thank you,” I murmured.
He nodded, looking serious and worried. “Anything,” he replied.
Liar.
I shook my head in sorrow and walked out.
I slid into the car, hiding my smirk until I was clear of the coffee shop. The tracker I pressed into the material of his jacket was virtually invisible. Untraceable.
But we’d know where he was.
And where to find Raven.
“I’m coming, baby. Hold on.”