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“Just like that?”

She grins. Snaps her fingers.

“Like, totally.”

* * *

It’s the RFID tag.

Stassi figures out by looking through the log that it’s not only registered under a false name, but it’s one that the Irish absolutely were doing their imports and exports with. The ID tag is labeled as ‘leprechauns.’

That’s rich.

Stassi is chatting with the harbormaster, slowly caressing his face with her fingers. It reminds me so much of Gia that I almost choke.

Instead, I’m running the records looking for a port destination that has logged the same RFID tag.

The computer beeps, and the upload completes. I grab the hard drive that I downloaded the log onto, then get up to leave. Once I do, I sent Stassi a text.

She meets me outside in the car moments later.

“He smelled like, so gross,” she says, wiping her hands on her dress. “Seriously, has he even heard of a shower?”

“Here,” I ignore her. “Let’s check the port destination.”

I pull it up on the computer, the flash drive slow to load. Stassi grabs it, scanning through the document.

“There.” She points.

I lean in. “Do you know the code for the port…?”

“Yup. That’s an easy one. Greenland.”

Greenland.

Gia is in fucking Greenland.

“Let’s go,” I say with a snarl.

Stassi’s eyebrows raise. “With you and what army?”

“Um. Just me?”

“You think that’s going to get Gia back, out of the hands of these Irish dudes who totally have her on the most remote island in the world?”

I frown. “It’s not the most…”

“Whatever.” Stassi holds up a hand. “It’s fucking Greenland, dude.”

“Okay. So what?”

“You think that he doesn’t have like, a whole army holed up there in case someone finds them?”

“I…”

She flips her hair. “I have a better idea.”

“What’s the idea?”