"She caught a cab in Glass Street." I didn't ask how they knew this, because I knew she wouldn't tell me. She continued. "I will send you the details of the company and driver."
Hunter paused and gave me that face. The one that said I'd better do what I was told. And yet her face didn't even twitch—it was more a darkness that crept into her eyes. "Do not inform Rhoan where you got the information."
Or you'll both die.
The unspoken words seemed to hang in the air, despite the fact that the conversation was over a phone, not in person. But then, this wasn't the first time I'd heard that warning or seen that look.
"I know the drill," I said. "What about Dani herself? Could the manager tell me anything about her?"
"He did not know her personally—he had to look up her membership form to remember who she was. I will send you the relevant details."
"Thanks."
"Remember to check in when you uncover any new information regarding the keys." And with that, she hung up.
I sighed in relief, then glanced at my phone as it indicated an incoming message. Hunter was fast, I'll give her that. But then, she had been warned about the situation by Markel and had undoubtedly been waiting for my call.
There wasn't really much information about Dani—nothing more than her address and banking details, which suggested that at the Dove, members paid for the privilege of easing their addiction. But maybe they did that at all the clubs—if they were a moneymaking venture, it would certainly explain the council's reluctance to address the problem.
The taxi driver who'd picked Dani up was Charlie Tan, and the depot was in Tullamarine, which was only about ten minutes away.
"You wish to go there now?" Azriel asked.
"No, I don't," I all but snapped. "But it's not like I have much of a choice, is it?"
He raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed again, and waved a hand. "Sorry. The anger isn't aimed at you."
"This time."