18. CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 18
Cayman had no clue what he was doing. Yet, his silence was getting Christian to talk. He hadn’t said anything important yet, but he’d known from the first time the human had spoken he’d gotten under his skin. That was something no one else had managed to do.
Would it get him the answers he wanted? That was something he didn’t know, but at least he was getting a reaction no one else had. He would take that as a win.
The agitation coming off Christian was visible as he paced his cell after banging on the glass wall. He was falling apart and Cayman prayed it meant he’d start saying things he hadn’t planned on.
“You know what?” Christian said as he threw up his arms in a defeated gesture. “I don’t care. Sit there and stare.” Then he stomped back to the stone shelf that was his bed and flopped on it. He laid down and closed his eyes.
He might be pretending he didn’t care and was planning on sleeping, but Cayman could see his too stiff body wasn’t relaxed in the slightest. No, Christian wasn’t okay with him still being there.
Being left alone or interrogated was something he could control. Cayman just sitting there and staring at him was too unnerving for Christian to handle.
Six hours of not moving was a long time, but Cayman forced himself to remain still. His muscles were screaming at him to move, but he didn’t. His mate had gotten up several times to move around, but he never left. It wasn’t necessary, but Cayman appreciated that Glyn felt the need to be there with him.
If their roles were reversed, Cayman would do the same. He might have more experience fighting, but he still loved that his mate felt the need to protect him.
Food was brought in and stuck through a small opening in the door. Still, Cayman just sat there. He watched Christian eat and he could tell it was really pissing the guy off.
When the tray was taken away, Cayman decided it was enough for the day. He was hungry and he was certain his mate was based on the way his stomach was growling. Without saying a word, he stood up and left.
He’d just gotten next to his mate when he heard Christian softly said, “Thank fuck.” He smiled knowing just how much he had gotten under Christian’s skin.
Neither of them said a word as he and Glyn went up the stairs and out the door. Yosi, Saber and Chadwick were right there waiting. “Impressive,” Chadwick said.
“That’s the most he’s said in the month he’s been here,” Yosi said. “I’m not certain he’s going to give away yet, but at you got him to talk.”
Saber gave him a nod. “Good job.”
For three days, Cayman and Glyn went down to the cells and Cayman just sat there watching Christian. Each day, he babbled more and more. It was almost as if he couldn’t help himself. It was always either anger and complaining that Cayman wouldn’t leave him alone, but there were a few slips mixed.
Like the fact that he’d blamed shifters for getting his parents killed. Which was technically true, but since it had been a car accident, it wasn’t as if they’d done it on purpose. And the fact that he lived in Guatemala. They didn’t know where in the country yet, but Yosi and his team were searching.
“Fucking Christ. You’re seriously back?” Christian cursed loudly. “Is this how you get your rocks off, by just watching people? You’re worse than Eduardo, and that man can out stubborn anyone. He actually did surveillance on some sort of hog group and despite the fact that it rained the entire time, he never left his post.”
Cayman didn’t move a muscle. It was a challenge to know they were starting to learn names. They had no way to know if they were alive or dead, but it was something.
By the time he left eight hours later, they had six names and four shifter groups that needed to be checked on, although, it was fairly safe to assume they’d already been taken. Now they’d just needed to be found. It was something he’d continue to do when he didn’t feel it was as dangerous as going into North Korea, but he would make certain his mate was okay with it any time he went.
This time, he and Glyn went all the way up to the command center, which was where Yosi was most likely working on finding more information about what Christian had told them. Saber, who was back in Miracle, was already on the screen waiting for him.
“I can’t believe he talked,” Glyn said the moment they entered the room. “I honestly thought he wasn’t going to say anything important.”
“I gotta hand it to you,” Saber told him. “That was great work.”
“Were you able to find those shifters he talked about?” Cayman asked.
The look in Yosi’s eye was all he needed to see that they were already missing. “Unfortunately, they are missing, but the good news, if there is any, was that he was telling the truth about their locations. Which means the names he let slip are probably real.”
“Yeah, but we have no idea if they’re alive or dead. We have managed to kill a lot of the people hunting us even though it doesn’t feel like we’ve made a dent in their numbers,” Cayman reminded them.
“True, but it’s a start.” Yosi was going for optimistic but Cayman was more of a realist.
“Plus, it might help us find more of them,” Saber added. “The more names we can track down, the easier it will be to find connections.”
That much was true. Sooner or later, they would come across someone high enough to find who was behind all of it. At least Cayman hoped they would.
“I’m working on tracking those men down but it’s going to take time since he only gave first names and where they’d been.” If anyone could find them, it would be Yosi. “I did manage to find the town Christian lived in. It’s a coastal town called Las Lisas. I’m trying to find where he lived so we can send someone in to search his home.”
That was big news. “That’s great. I’m not certain how long this is going to last. Sooner or later, he’s going to realize all he’s told us.” Cayman just hope it was later rather than sooner.
They needed a solid lead or they’d never stop shifters from being taken or killed.
“I’m not certain it will matter,” Glyn said. “I know you’re the one who’s watching him, but it sounded like he honestly couldn’t help himself from talking.”
“Glyn’s right,” Saber agreed. “His body language is screaming that he doesn’t want to say anything but he can’t stop himself from doing so.”
Cayman sure as hell hoped so.
Taking his mate’s hand, he smiled at him and planted a peck on his lips. “Come on, mate. I’m starving and I can hear your stomach rumbling.”
“Well, we were there for eight hours, you know?” Glyn reminded him, not that he needed to. “I feel like fish.”
Yosi pointed upstairs. “There’s food already for you in the kitchen.” Yosi shrugged when they looked startled by the offer. “What? I knew you’d be hungry and I figured it was the least I could do considering what you’re doing.”
Thanking him, they headed to the kitchen. Then, it was lucky, Glyn would agree to shift with him down at the cove. He wanted nothing more than to just spend time with his mate. He was one lucky man.