Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Tristan

Dominic stares back at me in shock and runs a hand through his hair.

I just told him what happened with Isabella and he’s as stunned as I am.

I decided to head down to his room when Isabella went back to sleep. It’s morning now. The sun has just risen and it seems like we have pieces of the puzzle fitting together to form something.

“She didn’t know who he was?” Dominic asks.

“No. She would have first seen him when she was ten,” I explain. “Then again when she was twelve. She hasn’t seen him since and has no idea who he is. Kruv’ omertà. It has to be our guy Dominic. Don’t you think?”

I can’t believe the coincidence.

“I think it’s one hell of a lead, especially if she can identify him. Bearing mind we’re talking about ten years ago from when she last saw him. It’s a lead though. Did she say anything else?”

“No. It was all part of the nightmares she’s been having.” I say that without thinking first so I should expect the cautious look he gives me.

“I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with her, so I guess you’d know.” he states.

I decide to do the sensible thing and think about my next words carefully since now I’m beginning to sense that it was him who saw me and Isabella in the garden.

I’m aware I wasn’t supposed to cross the line with her, but I don’t want to hide whatever I have. It’s temporary. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. I know when this is over it’s the end, so I won’t upset anybody because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.

“It’s something I noticed,” I answer and he gives me a look of disbelief.

“Right. Guess you see a lot.”

I’m not in the mood for shit or to argue with my brother like we’re squabbling infants. Now isn’t the time to be poking at each other but if he wants to poke at me I can do the fucking same to him. I’ve been holding off to keep the peace, but it hasn’t meant I stopped worrying.

“Yeah I guess I do see a lot, like when I saw you sniffing that shit,” I throw back. “I haven’t dropped it Dominic. I’ve just been taking my time with you.”

“Fuck you. Mind your damn business and stop accusing me of bull shit.”

“Stop denying it. I saw you. Stop keeping secrets from me that could hurt you,” I argue.

“Looks like we all have our secrets.”

I think that’s confirmation enough that it was indeed him who was watching me with Isabella the other night.

We stare at each other. I won’t deny anything if I’m asked. I’m not a man like that. Clearly he’s seen me and right now he’s waiting for me to challenge him and be some kind of fucker who lies through his teeth.

I know I’m in the wrong. What I feel though isn’t wrong.

I’m about to say something when a beeping sound steals my thoughts. Dominic’s eyes snap wide and he practically trips over himself to get to his computer.

There’s a red light beeping on a device he has attached to the monitor.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses when his screen comes to life. “I found Mortimer. Oh my God.”

I rush over too and watch as his hands fly across the keyboard tapping in all manner of letters and numbers lightning fast, until he pauses and a map comes on the screen. There’s one red dot beeping at a location in Rhode island; Nickoli’s house, and there’s a blue dot beeping in Mongolia.

“He’s actually talking to Nickoli now,” Dominic says hurriedly. “I’m hoping to get to see and hear him. I’ll know if the sequence works in a few seconds.”

My God, then tension is gripping. It’s fucking gripping and I swear I could die right here from the suspense.

The blue dot flashes and then the screen goes black. There’s a crackle of static for a second and then and image of the devil I’ve been looking for the last six years appears.