Chapter Forty-Two

THE DAY BEFORE. [BOSTON]

Elijah stares at the man before him, the smirk that's been etched to his face ever since he spilled their plans. Never disappearing. 

Shuffling in his seat, he leans forward with his glare hard. "So you mean to tell me that your plan is to track where this man is and carry out your job?" He raises his brows at him and Jagger leans back against his own seat, crossing his arms against his chest with a small grin covering his face. He seems obviously proud of this plan. 

"And what you need me to do is to give you Dawn's number because you think somehow she will be with him?"

He continues, and Jagger nods again before moving closer, folding his hands on the table between them. "Either track him using her contact or we hack her phone and get his number off there. "

"And how do you suppose you'll do that? How do you even know about Dawn Meek in the first place? Have you been following her?"

Elijah's jaw tig