Page 41 of Point of Infinity
“Never mind.” Reid punched him in the chest to get his attention. “What’s happened?”
“Albert’s family is fine, but he’s dead.” First guy frowned. “His men took out Joey and Marco. But then two prospects took him out and got the drop on Patrick.”
“They took him to the Narrows.” Reid entered the code on another keypad and then shoved a bar forward; the door opened with a whoosh. A flood of musty air hit us in the face.
“Stay alert and no one,”—he looked at me—“makes a move without my say so.”
We all nodded.
We stepped onto a small landing leading to more stairs. Moisture dripped down my neck from the humidity. It was twenty degrees cooler when we reached the bottom, which opened into a dully lit room.
Reid led us down another long passageway with cages spaced out on either side of us. What the hell did they do down there?
Voices traveled down the hall as we got closer to the end.
“Seems your guy has abandoned you, my boy.” Sonny’s voice made my skin crawl. “It’s so sad. That’s what happens when you go against your family.”
Reid stopped at the end of the hall and held up his hand.
He pointed for the guys to break off to the right.
He grabbed my hand, and we skated across the left side of the room.
I gasped when I spotted Patrick. He was zip-tied to a chair bolted to the floor. Bruises covered his face, and his left eye had swollen shut.
A prospect stood in front of him and delivered a blow to his stomach. The thud made me nauseous.
We stepped out into the vast room but remained in the shadows. Reid quietly shut and bolted the only other exit in the room. I wasn’t sure if it was to keep others out or to keep Sonny in.
“How could you betray me like this?” Sonny hobbled closer to Patrick. Blood stained his left pants leg. He was losing blood. “I took care of you. Everything I did in this life was for you.”
Patrick mustered up some strength or was too numb to notice it. He lifted his head and grinned at his father. “Please stop.”
“Stop what, boy?” Sonny snarled.
“Stop using me as the reason for your fucked-up choices.” Patrick spat blood, and it landed on his father’s shirt. He slapped Patrick. Patrick laughed, but his head fell back onto his chest. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
The other guys were in position. One guy stood a foot away from the prospect. He failed to notice, either because he was too amped up or too stupid.
Reid signaled, and one guy took the prospect out, and the other let go a warning shot over the other prospect’s head. He was so disoriented; he didn’t know what was going on until the other guy got to him and hit him with the butt of his gun. He crumbled to the ground.
Sonny stood off to the side, scrambling with something. Reid got to him before he could turn around.
“Sonny, it’s over.” He placed the barrel of his gun at the base of his skull. “Check on Patrick.” He nudged me.
I ran over and kneeled next to him, took out my knife, and removed the zip ties.
“Who are you?” His good eye looked glassy, and the other was sealed shut under some pus. I tried not to stare.
“It’s me, Kenzie.”
“Oh, hey, sis.” He smiled at me. “I look that bad, huh?”
I shook my head. “Are you okay?”
“Right as rain.” He leaned forward and put an arm over my shoulder. “Help me up.”
“Patrick, stay put. Help’s on the way.”
