“Let me guess,” Gideon said. “He’s dealing out of a warehouse on Palm.”
“How’d you know that?”
“Don’t ask,” Gideon muttered. He grabbed Jesse’s leash, yanking it a little too hard. “Come on. We’re getting out of here.”7
Though he led Jesse back to the couch to get his clothes, Gideon’s mind was elsewhere, locked in the maelstrom both of what he’d learned and what he’d brought Jess into. He knew Henry was bad news, trafficking in everything from sex peddling to drugs alongside the humans he co-existed with, but he had never suspected that he’d branch out into substances aimed at the demon world. The drug Monique and Eric described sounded exactly like what Gideon had encountered, and the fact that Henry was working out of the same warehouse where he’d touched it only confirmed that fact.
He hadn’t seen Henry when he’d scanned the club, though. And the last thing Gideon wanted was to leave Jess alone while he searched for him.