Chapter 184

LUKE SAT FACING THE wall, but his attention was on the door.

Abigail was somewhere overhead. He wanted to be with her. Not having his eyes on her bothered him. A lot. Which was strange. She'd be fine here. Their base of operations on the coast was secure.

The only times they hadn't been near each other was when she was being physically and mentally tortured. Maybe it was habit to worry about her, or maybe it was something else.

Marco stepped through the doors and nodded at Zain.

Luke's hand curled into a fist.

"How much do you know about her?" Zain turned to face Luke.

All eyes were on him. He forced his hand to flatten on the worn surface of the table and leaned forward.

"A lot," he replied. Enough that his trust was won.

"I wasn't able to find much on her. The Abigail alias is good, but not great." Zain tapped at his screen.

"She said it wasn't that great."

"What's her real name? What do you really know about her?"