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need you to find him… I’m pregnant.”
    I felt around for the barstool and sat down. “ What? ”
    “You’re going to be an aunt.”
    The joy in her voice made me unreasonably angry. How could Miguel have done this? I wished I shared her happiness. Best-case scenario here would be Miguel in prison, worst case…well, it would be the worst possible case. What kind of father could he possibly be?
    “Congratulations,” I muttered. “I gotta go. Bye.”
    I clicked End Call and turned to Sergei. “We need to find my asshole brother. Now. What’s your lead?”
    “It’s not so much a lead as a hunch. A few months back we were shooting the shit and he mentioned this place in Oregon. Coo or Coop something—”
    “Oh, my God. I can’t believe I’m related to him sometimes.”
    “You know the place?”
    “Coos Bay. Our dad took us up there to camp for his yearly forced visitation when we were kids. It makes sense. Clive says Miguel hasn’t used his credit cards.”
    “It’ll be a long drive.”
    “Let’s make sure he’s there before we hop in the car, Thelma.”
    I brought up the campground we used to go to on my computer and called them. If Miguel was dumb enough to hide at the campground then he was probably dumb enough to use his usual alias.
    “Hi. I wanted to check and make sure my husband made it to your campground. He’s not answering his cell and… Uh-huh. Michael Cast. Thank you so much. It’s good to know he’s alive so I can kill him.” I hung up the phone and rolled my eyes at my stupid brother’s complete and total stupidity. “He’s there,” I told Sergei. “Looks like we’re going north.”

Chapter Five
    Sergei and I flew to Eugene, Oregon, then rented a car to drive the rest of the way. We could’ve flown into a smaller airport within ten miles of Coos Bay, but besides the expense—which Sergei had offered to pay—we couldn’t give Kostya too big a clue as to where we were headed. Landing in Oregon was bad enough. We didn’t need to give him a road map with a big red arrow on it—Lookie! Here he is!
    According to Super Agent, the FBI had gotten wind of Miguel’s little “investment” company shortly before he’d skipped town. Now that he was on the run they were more eager than ever to find him. We now had a three-way race. Actually a three-and-a-half-way race since I’d made a little side deal with Super Agent as backup insurance before boarding the plane with Sergei. I honestly didn’t care if the FBI beat us to Miguel as long as Kostya didn’t.
    “We’re going to have to pay cash from here on out,” Sergei said as we climbed into our rental car. “And pop the batteries out of our cell phones so they can’t be tracked.”
    We’d kept up only the most necessary communication. Eye contact was brief and awkward. I was having a really difficult time being around him again. Too many memories, too much to avoid talking about.
    Sergei pulled out a paper map and handed it to me. “Old school.”
    I unfolded the map, nearly clocking him in the jaw and causing him to crash. “Sorry.”
    “No problem.”
    Like I said, minimal communication.
    I found where we needed to go and guided him to the freeway. The silence sat between us like an overweight third passenger. I stared out the window, fiddled with the radio, filed my nails and tried to sleep—anything to relieve the tension.
    I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Why did Kostya insist on you coming with me?”
    “He has this crazy notion that I’m still in love with you. He thought it would be some kind of romantic reunion.”
    I snorted. “He still reads romance novels?”
    “All the time.”
    “You’re not though, right?”
    Now it was his turn to scoff. “What do you think?”
    Honestly, I had no idea. I hoped not. This trip was uncomfortable enough without that complication. “Maybe if he wasn’t so busy matchmaking he wouldn’t have lost his money to my brother.”
    “Maybe.”
    “Your club seems