54. Kovu
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
KOVU
B ishop listens to whatever Wyatt is telling him for a few moments, his eyes calculating as he processes what he’s being told.
“You’re sure?” he asks before listening intently to whatever he’s saying for another few beats, nodding along despite the fact he can’t see him through the phone. “Keep us updated.”
He pulls the phone from his ear and slips it into his pocket before looking up at Kaos and me. “We have a lead, but it’s not confirmed yet. We’re still here until we get something solid.”
“What is it?” Kaos asks impatiently.
“Wyatt believes he’s found some property that belongs to Caleb. It’s about a hundred miles out of the city, a large estate with too much security for most normal people. It’s owned under a shell corporation, which is about six times removed from the alias we believe he was using in the years he was ‘dead,’ but we haven’t been able to confirm that it’s legit, so we haven’t made any moves on it yet.”
“Should we go check it out?” I ask hopefully, my heart beating hard in my chest. There was a long time where I truly believed I knew what fear was and that I would never feel it again once my parents were dead. But loving Camilla has just proven how wrong I was. Rationally, I know she’s no wallflower and she’ll hold her own no matter what’s thrown at her, but my protective instincts are running wild at the idea that she could be hurt and I haven’t done everything in my power to keep her safe.
Bishop shakes his head. “Some of the Saint James men are heading up there now. They’ll watch the property and assess whether they believe that’s where Camilla and Crew are being held, and then they’ll report back.”
“But what if—” I start, but Bishop quickly cuts me off.
“If that’s where they are, we’ll make sure we have adequate backup available to us before going in. We won’t have that until our allies arrive overnight. And there’s still a chance it’s a decoy. Caleb and Charles have been one step ahead of us this whole time, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they have men protecting an empty estate right now just to throw us off their scent.”
I want to argue, but he’s right. That’s the worst fucking part. Waiting is the best option. It would be stupid for us to be on the streets when they’re trying to take us out, but that doesn’t make being stagnant any easier, especially knowing my little lamb is in danger.
I turn my back on them and start slamming my fists into the punching bag again. My knuckles are long past numb as blood covers the bag and drips onto the floor, but I’m past feeling anything but fear for Camilla and the only true father I’ve ever known.