They located Sam Glass at Common Grounds, sitting and talking with two others Claire didnt recognize, but Eve clearly did, from the nods they exchanged. Humans, because they were wearing bracelets. They said their good-byes and cleared the chairs for Eve and Claire.
Sam looked a lot like Michaela little older, maybe, with a slightly wider chin. He had red hair to Michaels bright gold, but a similar build and height.
That had nearly gotten him killed, not so long ago, when hed taken a stake meant for Michael. He still looked drawn, Claire thoughttired, too. But his smile was genuine as he nodded his greeting. Ladies, he said. Its good to see you. Eve, I didnt think youd ever come in here again, not voluntarily.
Believe me, if it wasnt for you, I wouldnt, she said, and tapped dark purple fingernails on the scarred table in agitation. Do you know where Michael is?
Sams ginger eyebrows rose. Hes not at work?
He left last night, didnt say where he was going. We havent seen him, and hes not at work. So? Ideas?
Nothing good, Sam said, and sat back in his chair. Does he have his car?
Yeah, as far as I know. Why?
GPS. All of our cars are trackable.
Wow, good to know in case I ever go into the grand-theft-auto business around here, Eve said. Whos got the supersecret-spy tracking gear, and how do I get my hands on it?
You dont, Sam said. Ill take care of it.
Soon?
As soon as I can.
But I need to find him! What if hes Eve leaned even closer, dropping her voice to a whisper. What if someone has him?
Who?