"I already promised Blaise that I would do everything in my power to find your lost girl." Marcus sipped his beer. "I was at work when he called, so I pulled up the LAPD’s traffic surveillance cameras near the club. I could see the vehicle Blaise described heading south on Five, but half the fucking lens is obscured with bird shit. I found it on another one heading into a sketchy area of the port, but then I lost it. The plate was stolen, but it belonged to a Mercedes owned by one Rabastan Lestrange. His body was found in Death Valley a couple of years back after he got released from Corcoran. Somebody was not happy to see him after he got out."