Chapter 127

Harry pinches his nostrils closed, one hand on the steering wheel as they blast down the highway. "This is reckless. You need to go home."

Victor folds his arms, ignoring the boiling in his stomach. "I'm fine for the rest of the day."

Harry scoffs. "You're ripe. You smell like the inside of a gym sock—"

Why would the older even know what that smells like, to begin with? Victor doesn't say.

"-- Go Home. Be with Ariadne."

Victor doesn't respond. Yes, he really should go be with her right now. And yet—

"Let's just find this kid," Victor barks. "What do you have?"

"It wasn't that hard," Harry says after a long pause spent in quiet contemplation. "We put up a missing person's flier, and the person immediately responded, thinking it was a prank."

Victor's face darkens. "So you already have him." No wonder Harry didn't want him tagging along. "What were you planning, you old fool?"

Harry laughs mirthlessly. "The night that we went after Gordon when you got shot, what do you remember any of i