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She was exhausted and yet there she was, sitting in her car, one hand mobile while the other was better off being used as a paper-weight. In any other situation, working as a SEAL or otherwise she would disappear for two months and recuperate. Working in this state of mind was unsafe. She could feel it, especially given her reaction to Alphonse. It was dangerous if she lost her ability to control her state of mind. If she wasn’t sane when she was doing her work, she could become careless and sloppy which would only lead to further trouble.

The mercenary dialed the number she recalled Alessandro possessing. Once upon a time she’d met the man briefly. He was a handler who was around Nick when the man needed to be watched. Nick had told her more stories about the man than she could count. Immediately she was met with a disconnected tone and an automated voice claiming that the number was no longer in service.

Cursing she slammed the phone down, bending over the steering wheel of her car to think. Exhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, feeling the deep panging throb of her broken wrist re-emerging. Her heart was loud, thundering with every beat, so much so that she could feel it jolt her as she sat there. Her shoulders rose and her chest seemed to be pushed out, her heart punching against the walls of her skin. She was relaxed in her upper body but her legs were tense, her toes curled inside of her heels.

Where would he go? Something had to have happened this morning after he had left her in his suite. Her intuition was running with the fact that each time she’d called him he hadn’t picked up. He wasn’t the type to lose his phone or leave it somewhere. Without that electronic device his team would be left sitting in place with no orders to follow unless they got there by word of mouth. It was too slow a process. The man was too modern for that.

Crunching her brow together she recalled one lowly fact. Nicodemus, he’d claimed, had blown up the family mansion just off the island. That was what had landed Nick in the hospital. That was why he was so pissed off. To top things off she’d received word from a connection in the cityworks that a death certificate had been filed and admitted. Nick no longer had his official assets, only the meager ones in alias files or offshore. He was left a broken and poor man by his own brother. Undoubtedly he would be angry.

Nicodemus, as she recalled, had always had the luxurious taste. There had only ever been one hotel for him so far as staying somewhere went and that was the Waldorf. The De Luca family owned the richest and most luxurious of suites. While Nick had had his on Madison, Nico had stuck for the more glamorous peak of the upper east side. It was a place to start, if only to ask around and get on his trail.

Putting her car into gear and pulling off of the shoulder the mercenary headed back across the bridge. Traffic, all things considered, was light. It wasn’t a peak hour as well which was a plus. Getting across was no issue. Once she hit the Upper East Side she parked her vehicle in a regular garage where she had a spot on hold. Leaving her Camaro behind she took to the streets on foot once again, only a few blocks from the prestigious hotel.

The Waldorf-Astoria was as glamorous as the movies made it out to be. The building was monolithic and Victorian in every way. It was a classically styled building that had been up kept and moderately updated while maintaining a 1960s era feel. Kennedy could have walked in and see no difference except. The people were modern but the Waldorf was chique.

As she stepped inside Vivian smooth back her head, pulling off a pair of aviators from her eyes to catch the eye of the receptionist. Stepping forward she took a quick view of the monstrous lobby looking for the man she had traveled across the world for.