Perry's POV
"By the way, I was looking for you last night. Where'd you disappear to?" Flynn's eyes found mine. The king—me—had wanted his report by day's end, but when the deadline hit, I was nowhere to be found.
"What'd you dig up?" I brushed off his question, cutting straight to what mattered. "Anyone spot him?"
"Nope." Flynn's head shook. "Questioned around two hundred people." The royal beta's face twisted with annoyance—clearly thought it was a waste of time when he could've been handling more important shit. But the results caught him off guard. "Not one of them saw Reginald."
He couldn't hit up all thousand warriors in such a short window, but there was no damn way two hundred people missed seeing Reginald.
"You sure they actually know the guy?"
"Yeah, they know him. Turns out he's pretty popular around here." Flynn dropped into a chair, his gaze drifting to the window.
"I don't get any of this crap. What exactly are you trying to prove, Perry?"
