Stiff was also missing. That left me and CK chasing down clues online. I called in Sampson and Min to do a site search for Bea. I called Jake and Father DiMarco. They were headed back to the city.
It made me antsy that Stiff had fallen off the grid. I wasn't the only one with GPS tracking on my phone. So did Stiff and Bea. Bea's phone was still at CK's place—somewhere. All trace of Stiff's signature had been erased, along with his banking transactions, his emergency contract information, and tracking to his car and laptop.
The fucker was hiding from me. Only Stiff was an elite. King had contacts he could use to find him. I hoped. Stiff would regret falling off the grid at the same time that Bea needed him.
