Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tristan
Isabella’s idea just might work.
It’s all we have now. The only lead. A man Mortimer trusts to use his house as a base where he can communicate with his daughter.
I messaged Massimo requesting an urgent meeting and with that I had to approach Dominic, who hasn’t spoken to me since last night.
We gathered in the meeting room ten minutes ago and connected with Massimo so we could see him.
While he still has that worried appearance from the other day, he looks hopeful.
As Massimo talks though, there’s tension in the air so thick I’m not sure the proverbial knife could cut it, but we’re all talking because we’re working.
“I think this could work,” Dominic says to Massimo. “Isabella says she talks with her father once a month so the man will be conversing with this guy regularly to make arrangements for that, and maybe other things to do with the guards. I can do something similar to what I did the other week and track the location of calls that come to that house and try to hack in.”
I listen to him and it’s the first time I think that someone who can do all that is an extremely dangerous man.
“You think you could do that?” Massimo asks.
“I can try. I’m positive I can do something. I just need to get my head around how I’ll do it. We don’t have a phone number for him. I’ve checked him out and the house phone is delisted. I’ll have to design something.”
“All right, design something. Do what you can. I have faith in you that you can do it,” Massimo says. “I think if anything’s going to work it’s that. If that’s the only way Mortimer communicates with his guards then we’re bound to find something that will help us. I don’t know anybody else who can work this kind of magic.”
“Thank you, it’s nice to be appreciated,” Dominic answers. That’s not an answer he would normally give.
I resist the urge to look at Massimo. Dominic is not a man who misses a beat. If I look, he’ll know I said something. In fact, I’m guessing he’ll already suspect I’ve spoken to Massimo because we’re not the kind to keep secrets.
“You know I appreciate you,” Massimo replies. “That’s why you’re my consigliore.”
“I know,” Dominic nods his head.
“Okay, looks like we’re getting somewhere. In other news, the Volkovs are nowhere to be found.”
My lips part when he says that and when Dominic and I exchange glances I know I haven’t lost him completely yet.
“What do you mean nowhere to be found?” I ask.
“I mean exactly that. Nowhere to be found. The Romanovs and I got together yesterday deciding we’d pay the Volkovs a visit, and we found nothing and no one anywhere.”
This is exactly what I mean about trust. Now who the fuck could have told them we knew they were responsible for the bombing of the Syndicate?
“Who do you think told them?” I ask. That’s the question to ask. None of us have time to pussyfoot around shit.
“It’s not Viktor or Aiden, it’s not any of us, so I think someone followed them that night when they got Wilson. That’s all we can think of. Someone followed and alerted them that we might know of their guilt. Guys there’s not a damn sign of any of them. men, women, and children are all gone. Hiding.”
I release a ragged sigh. “What the fuck do we do now? What are you planning to do?”
In my opinion we need something like the Syndicate. Yes, they had dark practices I didn’t agree with but the only reason why men like Mortimer would want to dismantle them is because of the power they held. Having a force like that is something to be reckoned with.
You just have to have the right men. The right people.
“I think it’s time to be official about reforming the Syndicate and get on with it. I’ve waited long enough and maybe forming the alliances will help us find the traitors quicker. I think our anonymous friend wanted me to do this because of who I know. The letter mentioned forming strong alliances.”
I stare back at him wondering if he’s serious. I know who he knows because we all know the same people.
“You’re serious?” Dominic says catching on to his meaning.