Chapter 115

They found an empty booth at the back of the diner, away from the other customers, and ordered coffee when the waitress appeared with a pot, telling her that would be it for the moment.

Tate took out the pictures, for what seemed like the hundredth time, handing them to Van. “I need to find her, and fast,” he said, tapping Gwen’s photo.

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Van looked at the photos and hissed in a breath. “Why are you after Barone?”

“You know him?” Tate asked.

“Not personally, but he’s why I’m in the city.” Van shot a hard look at Tate. “What’s he got to do with you?”

“I’m trying to find her.” Tate pointed to the picture of the other woman. “She had, has information that can help shut the bastard down. Or so she said.”

“She’s gone missing, too?”

“Yeah. Ms. Nolan worked at Barone’s club as a stripper.”

“Only that?”

“No. She worked upstairs as well.”

“I take it she contacted someone in C21 since you’re out here.”