Chapter 90

Rowan Nightshade.

The time I took to park the car in the garage gave me enough time to have a full conversation with my private investigator.

"What have you found?" I asked him steadily.

He was quiet for a while before replying. "I know this may not seem like much, but your friend has a kind of safehouse that he goes to visit once in a while."

"Safehouse?" I frowned, taking off my seatbelt and turning off the ignition of the car. My long fingers tapped on the steering wheel rhythmically as I thought about what my PI had said.

It wasn't my business to know about Daniel's...