“I’ll meet with you and the team properly in the morning, and we’ll discuss her. Keep everyone on watch. I also want a man at her father’s house. Just in case. I don’t want her old man getting any ideas. Report everything he does to me.”
“Will do. See you in the morning.” He dips his head and leaves.
He and Oleg take turns guarding me while I’m here. I’ve never needed either of them, but every Brotherhood in the Bratva has a similar setup for their elite members, so your men can be with you whenever you need them. I’m just not used to it yet.
I proceed into my office, switch on my computer, and find Club Montage’s website. I go past the home page and log into the staff files hoping to find an address for Robert; however, I don’t find shit. Nothing for him or even Cassius.
I try to tap into the surveillance at the club but realize within seconds that they don’t have any. Clever bastards. No cameras, no crime.
At least I have access to their computers. I find Robert’s personal files and notice he has serious firewalls set up. That tells me he uses this computer for important business. That’s good for me.
Within a few minutes, I’m in. Since emails are the best way to see what people are up to, I check his messages.
The first thing I see to piss me off is an email from an undisclosed recipient with details of his flight which left two mornings ago. He was to be at Cannes Mandelieu Airport at eight o’clock. There’s no destination, though.
No motherfucking destination. And no fucking details of the flight either. Fuck.
Cannes Mandelieu is a private airport most people use for flying in and out of the French Riviera. Without flight details or any other information, it would be impossible to pinpoint what plane Robert left on.
He could have fucking gone anywhere. He could have even gotten a connection to somewhere else that would lead him here. The thing about this game is I might not know when he discovers the truth about Summer until he’s here, and I don’t want that to happen.
Going back to the email, I decrypt the encryption around the undisclosed recipient IP address. When I locate another address in Monte Carlo that the email was sent from, I find it and hack into the surveillance system there.
From the pictures on the walls and a family photo on the large mahogany desk in the office, I can see that the house is either somewhere Micah Santa Maria lives in or where he stays. I’ll report this to Alejandro. It’s not much, but it’s something to add to the files.
I’m also guessing Micah must be on that flight with Robert. When I check his computer, it’s also clear the email address he used to message Robert isn’t one he uses all the time. Neither is the computer. There’s not much on there to look at.
I check out the phone numbers Summer gave me next, but when the tracking leads me back to the club, I realize the fucking phones are inside the club.
Great.
There’s not a lot I can do with either of these numbers, so my best bet is to set up some alert system to let me know when they’re back in use. For now, I’ll stick with looking through the emails to see if I can find out where Robert went.
When I return to the messages, I don’t find anything that can help me, but what I find carries just as much weight. Nestled in an email to Barabbas is the design for the Veil along with the fucking contract.
By the time I scan over the design, I can confirm that the Veil is indeed the tech in question that Dominic found, and the contract is for five million dollars, just as Summer said. The deal is supposed to be closed in a month from today on the thirtieth of July.
In the chain of emails between Robert and Barabbas, I see several instances where Robert rearranged the date of sale with the excuse that the Veil was being upgraded. Of course, that was probably him stalling when he discovered the tech wasn’t working.
The sale looks like it’s still on, though. Either they hope to fix it or lie and sell it to Barabbas faulty, which he wouldn’t find out about until it was too late.
The last email is of them agreeing to meet in the States because of business Barabbas has here, but like everything I’ve seen so far, they don’t fucking mention where.
I have a date, though, and I know he’ll be on U.S. soil. That’s something important. It means if Robert doesn’t figure out that he didn’t kill Summer, I could potentially wait it out until that date to get his ass.
Waiting until then is a last resort. I hope to get him before then. When you give people like him time, it means you give them a chance to screw with you. Anything could happen in the next month.
I scroll through the rest of the emails, and one last name catches my attention.
It’s Luke Thornton.
That’s the guy I have listed as doing business with Robert two years ago. This email is from three months ago.
It says.
Let me know where you want to meet on the 30th.
Motherfuckers.