“She’s in our yard.” Alexander reaches past me and scrolls the screen until the shipping yard and the railroad pop onto the screen. “If they’re holding her, it’s going to be there. Those containers are a dead zone. No signal, no GPS, no tracking devices will work in there.”
“What about on the CCTV?” I ask.
“The last camera picked it up three blocks from where the signal died. If they still have her, I’d say that shipping yard is your best bet.”
“And the message that came through? Where’d it come from?” I question.
“It was from a burner best I can tell. And if it’s in that container with her, we’re not gonna get through to it.” Sasha explains.
“Why’s he waiting to give the drop instructions if he just wants the computer?” Kaz reaches over to Berenice and scratches her behind her ear. The beast purrs in response.
“He’s trying to figure out a way to get out of this without having a bullet through his fucking skull.” I grab the iPad from the corner of the desk. “I’m not going to give him time for that.”
“Ah! Wait, I got a hit!” Sasha yells just as I reach the door. “Gallo! The back plate had a different number; the idiotsforgot to swap it out. That number traces us to Sebastian Gallo.”
“Someone swiped his car?” Kaz puts Berenice back down onto the desk, and she rubs her head against his hand, wanting more pets.
“He had three sons. There were two men on that footage.” Every fiber in my body is on fire. “I’m going to kill those fucking idiots!”
If these assholes had no problems killing their own father, they won’t give a second thought about hurting Mira. Sebastian never trusted his sons to work along his side, or even in his business. They never dealt with any of Sebastian’s associates and were never intended to take over for him when he stepped back.
“His sons?” Kaz questions. “Those fools would get lost in a one room cabin.”
“I’ll call over there, get some men to start making the rounds.” Alexander’s already on the phone before we get down to the car.
“If they find her, keep the three pricks alive. I want them.” I climb into the car as another text message comes through. Mario being the oldest, I assume he’s in charge at the moment.
Meet at Saveroni’s Place in two hours.
Not a chance in hell am I waiting two hours to meet at an Italian mafia stronghold.
I’ll be there.
“Kaz, we need to stop at Obsidian. I need more firepower.”
“Rise and shine, cupcake.” A light pat on my cheek follows the singsong male voice.
My eyelids are heavy, as is the rest of me. The headache rages back as soon as I open my eyes, and my stomach flips over half a dozen times before it settles into a steady dip and roll of nausea.
When I finally get my vision to focus, Mario’s arrogant face is only an inch or so away from mine.
“Good.” He pats my cheek again and shuffles back a few steps. “So, we have made some progress. I thought you might want to be informed.”
I lick my lips; they’re dry and chapped.
“Can I get some water?” I blink until my eyelids finally cooperate and stay open.
“Water?” He laughs. “Do you think this is some sort of resort?”
“Not a good one,” I mutter, rolling my head to the side. The crick in my neck has gotten worse.
Sleeping in this chair, trussed up like this, has been a nightmare for my muscles.
As I roll my head to the left, I catch his brothers standing behind him, watching me. They’ve changed into all black clothes. Mario has, too.
“What progress have you made? Did you find a few more braincells the three of you can share?” My lip cracks open when I smile.
I lick away the bead of blood that forms.