Page 59 of The Maverick (WaterFyre Rising #7)

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

ATTIKUS

The next day, I sat in the hotel lobby in New York City, sipping my coffee. My meeting wouldn’t start for another thirty minutes. I looked at the map of Providence on my phone and smiled.

“So that’s where you are,” I said to myself.

Along with a tiny device underneath Milton’s fingernail, I’d also embedded a tracker in the soles of his feet.

Using Orion’s software, I hacked into the Blue Chic Suites, a small bed-and-breakfast, and checked their occupants.

When I saw “Picasso” for suite number thirty-five, I knew it was Ashton.

He always liked Picasso in high school. I downloaded the blueprint of the suite and looked for his room.

It was a corner suite with a private yard.

Scheduling the device to be active in tenminutes, I entered the conference room for my meeting. Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed, and satisfaction rolled through me.

When the meeting was finished, I checked the breaking news. Sure enough, an explosion had occurred at the Blue Chic Suites, with one casualty reported.

I didn’t know if Ashton was injured in the explosion. Even if he was, his people had probably kept it out of the news. But he now understood that nothing was going to stop me from making him pay.

I imagined Milton’s middle finger ripping off his hand and whacking Ashton in the face. Fuck you. But that was just my wild imagination.