Abe watched her with a pained expression. "He's right, Ava. The Paris address is all we have to go on."
Ava stared at the quietly ticking watch. She couldn't help but wonder where Allie was, right at this minute. Ava knew she was still alive. She had to be. In fact, it almost felt like she was watching them, pleading with Ava for something. "Fine," she said at last. "But Charlie, if we're going to work together, I think it's about time you told me what you're after." She matched his gaze with a steely glare, determined not to be intimidated.
Charlie's wrinkled lips spread into a Cheshire-wide grin. "What, you don't believe me to be helping out of the goodness of my own heart?"