"Yes, but—"
"No buts. I told you, it's the easiest way ever invented to uncover where your buddies might be hiding, and it doesn't even require GPS." He swung around, swiped one of the screens across to Google, and logged in. A map of Melbourne appeared, dotted with arrowed face pics. He leaned forward a little, studying all the names, then grinned.
"Here you go," he said, enlarging the screen. "She's at South Bank."
Which wasn't that enlightening given how big the place was. Although, if I remembered right, Carwyn had booked a table at Harvest Time—did this mean she was headed there? That she was okay, despite being incommunicado? "Where in South Bank?"
He frowned, zoomed the screen in a little more, then said, "According to this, she's at Wilson's Parking, just off Freshwater Place." He glanced up at me. "It's the riverside quay area, if you don't know it."
"I don't, but we'll find it." I jumped up and dropped a kiss on his unshaven and definitely scratchy cheek. "Thank you."
"No probs. Just give me some warning next time you decide to drop by." He gave Azriel another dubious look. "Despite what your friend here says, my heart really can't take surprises like that."
I grinned. "I'll send some more champers to make up for it."
He snorted. "I haven't got the last lot yet."
"You will."
"And I'll need it if you keep popping into existence willy-nilly. Now, go find Ilianna so I can get back to my gaming."
"Done."
I stepped into Azriel's arms and he whisked us out of there. We reappeared on the center strip that pided the two lanes of Freshwater Place, the eight-story parking garage in front of us and the remaining wall of an old brick warehouse behind us. Several cars zoomed past, briefly spotlighting us before sweeping on.
I grabbed Azriel's hand and ran across the road. "Can you sense her?" I asked, as we headed into the garage via the exit lane.
"No." His fingers squeezed mine lightly. "But that does not mean she is not here."