CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

Something told me Nadine was still in the city; I just had this gut feeling that she wanted to do something to hurt me, and that meant that she wouldn't be going anywhere too far from where I was. Which was why I needed Trent to work harder than he was already doing and find her, instead of lounging out at every bar he knew, and drinking himself to fucking stupor.

"Find her, Trent," I repeated. "And whatever cash we find on her is yours. She took a shitload of my money; ...