This is a terrible idea. No way Drazic’s going to be happy to see my face, and it’ll only get worse when I tell him what’s happened. But his crew is the best I know. My family, once upon a time. If anyone has a chance at tracking down Elena, it’s him. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try. I take a deep breath and rap on the kitchen door. Drazic flings open the door and an awkward smile settles onto his face. Okay, that’s weird. He’s not exactly the kind of guy who smiles out of social nicety. I’m instantly on guard. “Hi.” I swallow. No way to do this except to rip it off like a bandage. “Listen, I need your—” “Lennox. I’m so glad you stopped by.” Drazic steps back and beckons me into the kitchen. “I guess you talked to Elena. I understand now. It’ll take some time, but I understand.” I’m too stunned to do anything but follow him inside. Something on the stove smells delicious—some kind of Mediterranean stew. But I can’t even think about eating right now.
