Chapter 49

T Dante he sound of my cell phone vibrating on the night stand rouses me from sleep, and I groan inwardly as I untangle myself from Kat’s warmth to answer the damn thing. I swear if it’s not an emergency, then whoever is on the other end of that line is going to lose a hand. Kat murmurs sleepily as I roll away from her and sit on the edge of the bed. When I see Maximo’s name flashing on the screen, my heart sinks, because he wouldn’t call and disturb my lie in for nothing. “Hey,” I answer the call. “I’ve found him.” “Where?” “LA.” “LA? For real?” “I’ve got eyes on him right now. You want me to bring him back to Chicago?” I glance behind me at my sleeping wife. “No. I’ll come to you. Don’t let him out of your sight until I get there.” “Sure. I’ll be his shadow.” “Don’t let him see you. I don’t want him spooked before I get there.” “Dante?” he snaps, and I squeeze my eyes closed. I’m tired and I’m not thinking straight, because if I was, I would never have said that to him. He’s my right