Chapter Twenty-Six-Angel&Giselle

Angel

“I can’t believe that little brat,” Nico says, shaking his head.

I am telling him and Luc both what went down in Boston. Relaying the little power flex, Margaret O’Doyle tried to pull.

“Have you found anything on this John Chen character?” I ask Luc.

My guys managed to snap a few pictures of him at the party. It’s not much, but it’s enough to run facial recognition software or to match it against any records that might pop up.

“Nothing,” he says.

“And you said he went to school with Margaret, but I’ve combed through all the registered attendees of her schools from preschool through college, including dropouts and transfers, and there is no John Chen anywhere.”

“So, who is this guy? A fucking⁠—”

I lock eyes with Nico right before we say it at the same time.

“Ghost.”

“Goddamn it, Angel! You had him right fucking there,” Nico snaps.

“I had no way of knowing who he was, boss,” I reply through gritted teeth.