The Men With the Golden Cuffs(134)

But Mr. Black was another story. He stood beside Ian in his quest to take the fucker down. All it required was a little patience.

“You’re still here?” Eve stood in his office doorway. “I thought you would be home after the party. It was lovely, wasn’t it?”

It had been nice, but not for him. He was a predator, and he always felt out of place in celebrations like the one in Adam, Jake, and Serena’s honor. Still, it was his job to make sure people in love got to stay in love. He’d given up his right to happiness long ago on another continent. Now all he had was the hunt and offering up his protection to the people who were happy. Mr. Black had almost taken that from Sean and Grace, too.

“It was a great party.” The computer pinged, an e-mail coming through. Probably nothing, but he checked anyway.

“Do you want me to set up for a session?” Eve smiled a little.

A single picture came on the screen, cloudy and grainy. A still from a CCTV, but it got Liam’s blood pumping.

Mr. Black—aka Eli Nelson—sat at a small table. Liam wasn’t sure about the restaurant, but he knew the city well. The mighty Thames was behind Black’s body, St. Paul’s Cathedral in the distance.

His heart constricted a little. Too close to home, but he would be there overnight.

“Not tonight, Evie.” Liam stood. “Tell Ian to get me on the next flight to London.”

His time had come.