Now, if only we can get Polly back… life might just approach something resembling normal. Happy. Healthy, even.
“We’ve got a lead,” Uri announces as he bursts into my room. He stops abruptly when he sees Nikolai sitting opposite me on bed, cards splayed over the sheets.
I put down my hand of cards. “A lead? About Polly?”
Nikolai gets to his feet. “What have you heard? Who from?”
Uri doesn’t answer right away. His eyes veer from me to Nikolai, crinkled with suspicion. “Kruger just called. A girl matching Polly’s description was seen in an underground s*x club in Beverly Hills.”
“Are you heading over there?” Nikolai asks. “Or should I?”
Uri glances towards me. “Someone needs to stay with Alyssa.”
“No, Uri—I’ll be fine on my own. There’s a house full of staff and I still haven’t visite
