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“Once Four started talking, started healing, I realized he was quite brilliant. It was a lovely surprise.” Aziza smiled at Four, who scooped up his phone and went back to scrolling.

“Wouldn’t his employees see his face? I’m sure he wasn’t walking around with a doll mask on all day.” Matt raised a good point.

Aziza nodded. “Perhaps. It’s worth asking the employees what he looks like. I can speak with Carmichael.”

“You do that; it may get us a description.” Noel sounded hopeful, so I tried to be too.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Noel

Nick—ofcourse—was successful in finding the addresses, and as soon as the sun set we released our drones. Nick and I guided ours, and fortunately JJ and Mason knew how to control them too. We had four of them going in different directions.

Mason’s was going to the funeral home. Nick’s was going to Jaron’s home; I had Hank’s and his parents’ house, and JJ’s was going to an address listed as a separate office space Jaron rented. We figured those were the best locations to go to first. If none of them were there, we’d need to figure out a new plan. If they were, we had to hope for little to no FBI presence.

“We can’t go in tonight, so what are the odds that if we find them tonight, they’ll be there tomorrow?” Angel leaned against the archway, staring at the monitors.

“If we know where they are, we can plan better,” I answered.

“That’s if they’re at same location tomorrow.”

I glared at Angel but didn’t linger. I had to focus on the drone so I didn’t lead it into a tree.

“I thought you had to be a certain distance for a drone to work remotely?” Phoenix’s nose scrunched up adorably, and I wanted to abandon my drone and kiss his lips.

“Normally, yeah.”

He glanced at me, his lips twisting. “What does normally mean?”

“What Noel is trying to not tell you is that these aren’t your everyday drones. They don’t follow FAA regulations, and blah blah blah. Nick and he built these bad boys themselves. They’re fancy.” JJ waggled his brows.

“Oh…” Phoenix chuckled. “Nice.”

“Jaron is at the funeral home with Hank,” Mason announced. “They’re walking to the car.”

“Follow them.” I wanted Jaron more than the others. While we could call our drones back, I wanted to see where the brothers were going. If something happened to Mason’s drone, ours would be close enough to take its place.

These drones were high-tech and had hover-mode capability, staying stationary so we were able to watch as Mason followed the BMW. It wasn’t headed in the direction of Hank’s parents’ house, Jaron’s home, or the office space. He turned down a long road, and the canopy of leaves made it difficult to see but fortunately, it was night so the headlights helped us stay on target.

After what seemed like forever, a small cabin came into view, and the car pulled up to the front.

“Where are they?” Gabe whispered as if they could hear us.

“In the middle of fucking nowhere. Mason, drop a tracker on the roof.”

“A tracker?” Phoenix’s voice rose to almost a squeal. “That’s some James Bond shit.”

I snorted. “Nah, but thanks, babe.”

I felt all my brothers’ eyes on me at the endearment, but I kept my gaze on the screen. They could fuck right off.

“Okay, dropped.”

“We’ll be able to get there if we have to,” Nick said as the car doors opened and Hank and Jaron stepped out.

“Maybe it’s a vacation spot, and they’re spending brotherly time together.” Matt was adorable in his thinking, but come on.

“Nice thought, sweetheart.” Nick reached over to pat his head, but Matt whacked his hand away.

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