Lassiter’s head jerked to me, growing eerily still.
“I know that he works for Cole Mauricio, so I was thinking maybe he was asking of behalf of Mauricio—”
“No.” I shut that down. It was a waste of time. “You said there was an alert as of four this morning?”
He coughed. “Uh. Yeah. Calloway reached out to ask if the program was up and running, and he asked for a certain location too.” He cleared his throat before speaking again, picking up speed, “The guy never responded, but the programisn’tup and running. It’s not set to start until next month. I got curious anyway and pulled up any security cameras in the area Calloway was asking about ... Well. I checked your phones. It’s more out of habit than anything. You, Lassie, and Levi were all in Octavia last night. Blake too. Then your phone and Blake’s phones left. Lassie’s left after a bit. Levi’s stayed.”
My phone buzzed. So did Lassiter’s.
Gustav’s voice got dramatically quieter, “You need to see what I found.”
Lassiter said, “It’s a video.”
“A few different cameras, but I put the footage together.”
I pulled it up and hit play.
Two vehicles pulled up to the back of Octavia. Their rear brake lights lit up as they reversed to get as close to the door as possible. The back door of the club opened. Spence stepped out, giving the vehicles a motioning wave before disappearing inside. The two guys both got out of the vehicles and disappeared inside the club.
I cursed at the sight of them.
“Who are those two?”
My voice grated over my throat. “Crispin and Penn Worthing. Two more of my cousins.”
Lassiter’s gaze went to me.
I cut my eyes to him. “You don’t have to say it.”
“You decided to let them live when you purged your family. What was your reason again?”
I gave him a look. “I thought they were useless. I’m guessing they aren’t ...” My words died as my cousins emerged from the club, each carrying a body over their shoulders.
“Fuck,” Lassiter’s curse was swift and quiet.
The first body was Palma. Over Penn’s shoulder.
The second was Heath. Over Crispin’s shoulder.
Both were placed in the back of the vehicles. Crispin and Penn disappeared inside again, coming back out, carrying Finch together. Crispin had him under his shoulders. Penn had his legs. They repeated, and the next time they appeared, they were carrying Levi’s giant body. Spence Calloway was helping.
I hadn’t seen this one coming. I expected this from West or Walden, not a club manager for Cole Mauricio.
“Find Blake’s whereabouts,” I clipped out to Gus.
Hearing his fingers typing, he said, “Already on it. I can’t get a hold of Scooter. He’s supposed to be watching her. His phone says he’s outside her place. He’s not picking up. But ... Oh, fuck.”
Lassiter lowered his phone, only focused on mine now. He migrated over.
“Boss . . .”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Gustav. Say itNow!”
Another button was pressed.
My phone buzzed, just mine.
It was a second video. For a moment, one split second, I didn’t want to hit the button.
