Together, Rick and I watch as what I knew would happen comes to pass. She struggles with the door, but it’s locked. I’m about to tell my men that we have to search the basement when a shadow appears from the corner, making its way to Sasha. The door swings open, and out Sasha goes.
My firefly flies away right before my eyes, and there is nothing I can do.
* * *
Now that Iknow she’s gone, I need to come up with a plan.
First things first, the paper. What the hell is so important about the damn paper hidden in her cello?
Snapping a picture, I fire off a text to the Hell chat. The smartest and most ruthless men I know, but more importantly, the only men I can trust right now.
Gideon
Anyone know what this is?
Tobias
Numbers.
Lorenzo
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to leave the business to Gideon, bro.
Gideon
I don’t have time for your bullshit right now, dick. I know they’re numbers, but to what?
Trent
Maybe a bank account? Where’s Cyrus?
Lorenzo
Best bet, fucking his hot wife.
Trent
Hey, fucker, that’s my sister.
Cyrus
Do you have a death wish, Lorenzo?
Dealing with these men is like wrangling cattle, especially when Lorenzo is involved.
Gideon
I don’t have time for your shit, assholes.
Gideon
Cyrus, do you know what these numbers mean?
Cyrus
Looks like a bank account. I’ll look into it.
With that settled, I fire up my computer, open the surveillance app and look for the video time-stamped around four p.m.