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Besides, she hardly thought about those three years in Dragfort anymore. Noelle crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash before returning to work. … The next day was her day off, so Noelle slept in the morning. In the afternoon, she went to the mall in Collinview to do some shopping. Then, she heard someone call out, "Is that you, Elle?" The voice was warm and affectionate. Noelle turned around and saw Eleanor Hudson, a kind-looking elderly woman, dressed elegantly, sitting in a wheelchair and being wheeled by a housekeeper.

S O M E T H I N G H A D B E E N particularly bothering Diana Roberts just two weeks after the battle. Nicolas Johnson had known this when he had called, asking her to meet. Diana had therefore found herself walking up to a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. She was about to go inside when— "Diana, over here, " she spun around to spot Nick seated on one of the tables set outside the restaurant. There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick.

Noah’s pov I’d never been to Atlanta before. Dad kept both hands on the steering wheel as traffic crawled toward downtown, while I sat staring out the passenger window, trying not to think about why we were here. There were cars everywhere. Six lanes. Honking. Buildings so tall they blocked half the sky. It didn’t feel anything like Pine Ridge. It was the first time since the night at Sunset Bay that the reality actually settled heavily in my gut. I was out of Pine Ridge.For the first time since graduation, it hit me that home was hours behind us.

COLE We left the house close to midnight. Lena didn’t say much on the drive back. I didn’t push her. Noah was still up when we got to the apartment, laptop open, surrounded by printouts. He looked up the second we walked in. “I found something,” he said. “About the number that texted Lena.” “You traced it?” I asked. “Not exactly. But I ran the pattern past my cousin. He says it’s not a Ridgeview burner. Not Silverclaw either. It pings off a tower near the old warehouse district downtown. Nobody from either pack has business down there. Hasn’t for years.”

Nolan asked, eyes watching me curiously. “Nothing,” I smiled, glancing at the low desk between us. “So, uhm. Nice restaurant.” Nolan shrugged, leaning forward. “Just a place my buddies in Atlanta recommended. The women here serve you dressed as Geishas and it's fucking hot.” He wiggled his brows then. “I can't wait to see you dressed like a Geisha, tonight.” I swallowed, glancing nervously at my watch. It was some minutes past six. What the hell did he mean by ‘tonight’?

Instead, she just goes back to her work, smiling like she knows something about Nathan I don’t. Whatever it is, I don’t have time to worry about it. I need buy plane tickets for Atlanta. NATHAN “So,” I say, as I readjust my legs on the tiny plane for the millionth time. It turns out Nicole’s not just from Atlanta. She’s from small-farming-town-Atlanta. Like we got to Atlanta, and had to transfer onto an even tinier plane, because normal size ones don’t fly anywhere close to where she lives.

Nora asked. “Yes. I really don't know anything about any country.” “Atlanta.” Nora said randomly. “Atlanta? Where is that?” Lily asked innocently and Nora chuckled. “Its a city in the US. Georgia.” Nora replied. “Is it a fun place to visit?” “Of course. You will have fun, just mention the name to Axel, he will know places you guys can visit.” Nora explained and Lily smiled happily. “Okay, thank you, Nora.” Lily said and ended the call.

“I found the name.” Still I said nothing. The kitchen clock ticked. “He is a gynecologist,” Noah continued. “He opened Lionel Women’s Health three years ago. You booked an appointment there. The booking is in the investigator’s report.” He looked at the table briefly, then back at me. “You have been meeting with him in different places” he said looking at me “The hotel bar on Forty-Third Street,” he said.

It's the kind of neighborhood where people mind their own business and ask few questions. Perfect for someone trying to stay invisible. I park across the street from Murphy's Pawn & Loan, a cramped storefront wedged between a laundromat and a corner market. Through the grimy window, I can see shelves lined with guitars, jewelry, electronics—the remnants of other people's desperate moments. And standing at the counter, his back to me, is Knoxx. Something in my chest tightens. I unbuckle Liam and take his hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go see Daddy Knoxx."

You never know when it might come in handy. They started to talk in hushed tones, and with my head still down, I lowered the volume of my AirPods so I could hear them clearly. But even at that, I was only able to catch a few scattered sentences. I inched closer to the edge of the stair climber platform, trying to pick up anything that might be useful. “…tonight at La Noxe,” Adrian said. “Private. No phones.” “Same crew?” Rafe asked. Adrian nodded. “Minus Lorenzo. He’s getting sloppy.”