“Where is she?” I ask. “You found her, right?”

He hesitates a moment and motions for me to sit down in a rocking chair. I’m too nervous to sit and lean against the porch railing instead.

“Yeah, my guys found her Friday night.”

“What?” I yell. “You’ve known since Friday night where she was and you didn’t tell me? What the fuck, Flint! Tell me where the hell she is right now.”

Flint holds up his hand. “Calm down. There are a few things you need to know first. It isn’t that simple.”

“Spit it out then,” I say.

“My guys finally tracked her down to a house in Atlanta, not her apartment. She’s been holed up there all weekend and hasn’t left the place except to go out for bagels yesterday morning.”

I pull out my cell phone. “What’s the address?” I ask.

“I’m not giving you the address,” he replies. “She’s not alone.”

“Not alone? What do you mean? Who is with her?”

“A man showed up Friday night. He hasn’t left the house. They spent the weekend together.”

I’m shocked.

Of all the things Flint could have told me, I wasn’t expecting this.

Another man? Lila has another man in her life?

No fucking way.

I don’t believe it. I won’t let myself believe it.

There has to be a mistake. Flint’s information is wrong. Maybe the guy is another ATF agent and they’re working on the case together.

“Are you saying she was alone with another man in the house all weekend? Just the two of them?”

“No, that’s the weird part. There were other men coming in and out. A group of four. They left last night though. All of them except for the one man.”

I’m confused. Nothing makes sense.

“So Lila spent the weekend holed up with five men? What the hell were they doing? Going through the shit she has on us? They must all be ATF agents.”

Flint shakes his head. “To be honest, I don’t have a clue what the fuck the other men were doing there. All I know is that when they left, they took a shitload of equipment and computers out with them.”

“So what about the one guy? Who is he? Do you know? Because you’re acting like you do.”

Flint runs a hand through his hair. It’s a tell that he’s never been able to control. Always a dead giveaway when we were playing cards. Flint could never bluff me.

“Can’t you just drop it and write her off? Why do you need to know every detail? It doesn’t make any difference at this point.”

“It makes a difference to me, and no, I’m not letting this go. Who is he?”

He takes a few steps away from me on the porch.