Phoebe's POV
When Harold flashed that knowing smile, I knew he had something up his sleeve. He pulled out his phone, displaying the latest WhatsApp message. "Malcolm sent this earlier today."
My eyes zeroed in on the screen, and what I saw made my heart skip. "Harold, Malcolm says his team tracked down Luca's actual hideout. Are you serious?"
His eyes crinkled with amusement as he nodded. "Has to be legit. Malcolm wouldn't reach out unless he was dead certain."
I need to call Pearson and Tanner right now.
I grabbed Harold's hand, ready to bolt from my chair. "Let's move. We've got both HDA Jackson and 121 working this—there's no way that bastard slips through our fingers again."
Harold stayed put, his hand gently pressing me back down. "Easy there. We'll nail him eventually, but we've got bigger fish to fry."
I frowned. "What could possibly be more important?"
