Edmund turned his head toward Silas, eyes narrowing with interest.
"I know the three of you went to Bianca for a date and punished the rat. But I did not know you went fishing too."
Silas let out a low laugh as he loosened his tie. "Just say fate dragged us right into the middle of it. We were not planning anything, but trouble has a talent for finding us."
The Leopard rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I see. Then the information was right after all. Diablo must truly believe Vincent is important to her plan."
His voice dropped. "Did you find him?"
Silas shook his head. "Not yet. The bastard is fast, and the part of town where we cornered them barely has working CCTV. A perfect rat hole."
"But I am certain he already slipped into our territory. I will track him."
"Good." Edmund leaned back, smoke curling from his lips.
"I want him alive. It will satisfy me to watch that Devil choke when he realizes he lost the important chunk for his plan."
