Gaara’s phone rang just as he reached his locker that morning. He pressed the green button, listened for a moment, and cursed under his breath after hearing the string of explanations from the caller. “Where is he?”

A man answered from the other end. “In the slums on the edge of the city, near a bar.”

“Have you gone there yet?”

“Not yet. I just got the address from his girlfriend after I bribed her.”

“Then send it to me. I’ll go myself,” Gaara said through gritted teeth. ...