As much as I tried to remain dignified and not stare, it was a little difficult. The room was wall to wall bodies, all of them in nothing but their little panties. Leaning on the wall in the tiny corridor next to the area was the woman that had seen Silas last night. She was reluctant to hand over any information.

"Look, it's not beyond me to extract information out of you in the most painful way possible. Considering that you're standing here with those mountains pointing in my face, I'm inclined to go with a little twisting the details out. Are we on the same page here?"

The girl covered her chest, hiding her breasts from me.

"I ain't givin' him up to no cop, alright?"

"I'm not a cop. I am a representative that has been asked by his family to locate him. Where is he?"

"He's a good guy; you can't go makin' him do something he doesn't want to do."

"Prostitution is not legal in this province."

Her eyes widened, glancing at Shelly.

"It is, the new leader,"

"Actually, the new leader, as in Silas's nephew, said that while he's happy to leave the laws regarding prostitution as they are, he's not prepared to let women suffer."

"I ain't sufferin'."

I smiled sweetly at her.

"Of course not. Because he paid you to give your body to him and his perverse needs."

"He didn't." She protested. "He ain't like that."

For a moment, I frowned. Unsure of what she meant, still confused as to why she was protecting him.

"He just has a massage, said he's got a lot of worries. He even said I could put my clothes on if I wanted."

She shrugged, still clutching her chest like she feared I'd hurt her. Which for the record, I would.

"I didn't, mind you. Always hope that if they see us naked, then they might want more. He paid me as if we did though."

"So, you're saying that he comes in here for tension relieving massages but no fornication?"

What a snore.

"Yeah. He's a proper gentleman."

"Of course he is," I muttered.

I could point out that on my path from the hotel room to this place I'd passed a few massage parlors, ones that could be considered wholesome. If he wasn't in this place for the prostitution then why was he here?

"Did he say where he was going?"

The girl shook her head. I moved, and she jumped with fright, clutching the ample flesh tighter. It wasn't my intention, I just shifted the weight from one foot to the other, but I could roll with what happened because of it.

"He's,"

She paused, her eyes widened, and her hand clamped to her mouth. I knew she was holding something back, so I went with the flow. The heaving flesh that bounced out was ready to be twisted; my thumb and fingers were primed for their target.

"He's what?"

She shook her head, fear filling her face.

"Tell me now, or you are going to feel it."

"He's here." She groaned quietly.

My hand dropped to my side; I stared at her.

"Take me to him now."

Reluctantly, she nodded and flicked her head to the corridor.

"Thank you, Shelly. If that other lady asks about me, tell her I left."

"Sure." She muttered.

Turning, I followed the girl until she stopped by a closed door.

"This is him."

"If I go through this door and find anyone other than the man that I'm looking for, I'm going to find you and make sure that you will always remember me, are we clear?"

Her eyes widened hard as she nodded.

"Go and do not breathe a word of me or what has passed."

She scuttled away, and I quietly opened the door. Taking a deep breath in, I hoped that if anything, he had at least his pants on. I was hoping for fully dressed, but that was unlikely.

The room was well lit. Erotic pictures lined the walls; some tasteful, others were incredibly sinful. And interesting. Cupboards filled with bottles of oils, a bed to one side and a large bath in the corner. In the center of the room were a massage table and the man of the hour on it. A towel was draped over his lower half as he laid on his stomach. The naked woman worked her hands deep into his shoulders.

Her eyes lifted to me; I raised my finger to my lips. She frowned, shaking her head slightly. Quietly I walked over and lifted the picture. She frowned again and nodded. I flicked my head, holding a fifty out for her.

For a moment, she mulled over her choices. I smiled when she took the money and quietly left the room.

Dumping my bag on the nearby chair, I took the bottle of oil and smiled darkly. He'd be lucky if I didn't strangle him.

Silas groaned when I squeezed the flesh of his shoulders.

"Ginger, you're being rough again."

"Maybe it's because you deserve it."

He turned his head and lifted it slightly, looking at me with curiosity.

"Who are you?"

I smiled and pushed him back to the table.

"Your worst nightmare."

Pushing my fingers deep into the spine, Silas groaned, and a soft laugh escaped.

"You are not what I expected. Everyone says that the Nighthawk is a fearless warrior with rippling muscles."

"Would you like me to find your glasses, old man?"

"I'm not blind. You're just a woman."

I pushed into his body again, digging my knuckles in hard. Silas groaned in response.

"I know you're just pushing my buttons."

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because you pay money to these girls as if you're screwing them, but you don't. You're a good man that is trying to help these girls without degrading them."

"And you think you know everything."

"Well, I don't think that's entirely true. I don't know why a good man such as yourself treats his family with such disrespect."

That made him move. I stepped back, no longer able to keep him pinned to the table. Grabbing a towel, I wiped the oil off my hands. Silas shifted the towel to cover himself as he sat up on the table.

"You know nothing."

Defiantly, I stared. I was waiting with the hope that he'd squirm under pressure. I was not surprised that he remained firm.

"Leave the room; I want to dress."

"Not a chance in hell. I've found you, and it's my mission to make you contact your family. I would prefer to hog tie you and deliver you to them, but we can settle with a phone call."

"I've called them." He snapped, sliding off the table.

The towel was wrapped around his waist. I tried to ignore how stunning his body was, trying desperately to concentrate on how much of a bastard he was to his family.

"Yes, I heard. They last spoke to you before you left the base. You were supposed to call them when you returned which you failed to do. I'm shocked that you hold such little regard for them. One phone call is all that they want, and you can't even give them that."

"You have no idea what I've seen up there."

"Pretty sure I have."

Silas glared at me.

"The queen gave me a firsthand view of her ceiling gymnastics routine."

The frown fell away.

"And yet you're here."

"As requested by a deeply concerned family. You know my reputation; you know that when people call for the Nighthawk, they're desperate. That's your family, Silas."

I stepped closer, dumping the oily towel onto the bench.

"Your nephew, the king, the man that is supposed to have his mind on important tasks is more concerned about finding a man that should know better."

Stepping aside, I picked up my bag and lifted it over my head. As it settled across my body, I began to rummage through the contents.

"I hope that the towel is tucked tight."

"What for?" He snapped.

My gaze lifted with a supreme smile.

"Because the Nighthawk is known for more than just retrievals."

Lifting the tube, I blew the dart into him. Silas frowned as he looked at the feathery needle sticking out of his chest. His legs began to buckle; the eyes rolled back.

"Sweet dreams, Silas."