048 | A DONE DEAL

Enzo’s POV

It was crazy. I knew that, Marla and Davin knew that, even the bloody trees knew that. But I was too damn desperate to care. So I copied down the address, noting with a spike of something that the address was in Adelaide. It was a spike of curiosity, maybe, or perhaps it was the slight rub of annoyance and gratification that it was, of course, an Australian city, the exact place I’d been convinced Scar was for so long.

We’d been searching fruitlessly for months. Every lead came back with dead end after dead end. And, because the address ended with the word Australia, I was suddenly sure that the strange man on the other end of the phone did really know where I could find my mate.

“Hang on,” said Marla, frowning at me. “Tell me what he said again? Exactly.”

“I can’t remember exactly. The whole thing was so weird, Marls.”

“Well, get as close as you can.”

I sighed and leant back in my office chair. It creaked as my weight shifted, another quiet noise to add to the growing symp