Chapter 9
Kitt
The next morning, as soon as I stepped from my cottage, my first instinct was to search for Jordy. He’d said he was fine, but I still had my doubts, and I wouldn’t be satisfied until I saw for myself.
I found him sitting by the pool, deep in conversation with Clay.
From what I’d been told, the two of them had been held captive by the bell ringers at the same time and had known each other for years.
They would be able to relate with each other better than anyone, so I walked away without interrupting.
Instead, I sought out Sebastian. I’d made some headway identifying the people from Jordy’s sketches and wanted to update the other man on the case.
Sebastian was just hanging up the phone when I approached. I hadn’t heard what he was talking about, but his expression looked serious.
“Good morning,” I greeted him louder than necessary. I’d learned the hard way not to accidentally sneak up on a detective or a private eye and always made a point of announcing my presence. “Was that Newt?”
It was honestly adorable how often Sebastian and Newt called each other. It seemed like they couldn’t go more than a few hours without hearing the other’s voice. I’d overheard a few of their conversations before, and their lovey-dovey tone would have been sickening if they weren’t so damn sincere.
Sebastian raised a suspicious eyebrow at me. I knew he still suspected my intentions around Newt, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Refusing to be cowed, I met his gaze without flinching.
“No, I was speaking to my brother,” Sebastian eventually said. “Damien has continued the hunt for more witnesses, and it seems like he’s found one. A young man just escaped from the bell ringers. If Damien can find him, he’s going to bring the man here.”