Page 148 of Nowhere to Hide

“That monster.” Nyx’s voice shook. “We need to get this to the authorities.”

“No.” Cilla pushed away from me. “We need to catch him.”

“Cilla.” My voice was cool, and I was anything but inside.

She shook her hair back, her eyes a little shock-y. “I have a list of people. It’s not a small list, but we might be able to whittle it down.”

Nyx turned Cilla’s screen toward her. “What did you find?”

“Mason’s team is working on something from the docks.”

Cilla frowned up at me. “What did you find at the docks?”

I cupped her face. “Cameras. I don’t know how long they were there. It could have been since the beginning.”

She slumped down into the chair. “You think he was filming? Watching?” Her fingers curled into her palms on the desk. “Hunting?”

“Cil, I don’t know anything.”

“That’s what you think though? Right?”

I sighed. “It would fit. He’s getting bolder and he’d probably want to watch whatever game he was playing unfold.”

“I need to get this to Mason so we can cross-reference with whatever he and the team find.”

“It’s my domain since they’d have to run it through a network.” Nyx’s voice was quiet.

The kind of quiet that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Nyx and Cilla became a united wall. The tech speak was beyond me, but there was one thing that I did understand—Cilla wasn’t going to be put into a protective bubble anymore.

She wanted this done.

And that terrified me.

Mason pulled me away from the lab to talk about what they were able to collect at the docks. They decided to jam the signal enough to gather the information on what kind of cameras they were, and Nyx was able to hack into the network.

But this wasn’t just about Cilla.

This was about all the women he was hunting.

We needed to loop Stone and the feds into this—they just didn’t need to know we had access to the feeds as well.

Because this sick fuck wasn’t the only one who could hunt.

Dom and Leo dealt with the federal side of things. Now that there was the first bit of a break in this damn thing, they could check the other crime scenes to see if cameras were used there as well.

But for now.

It was about the wharf and setting a trap.

And if there was one thing I knew how to do, it was to get on the offense.

I’d been playing defense for far too fucking long.

On every level.

Cilla would be safe, and that was all that mattered.