“Justice has some information on the house,” Sniper says in a low voice, tipping his head toward Justice.
Justice clears his throat and tries not to squirm under the weight of the men’s gazes. “When we were still Eden’s Keep, theworthymen-” he spits, “-would take trips to Bellefont. I’m not sure what they did there, but I do know there was a house.”
Prez looks at the Landry brothers who all share the same blank look that I’m sure is on my face. “No clue, Prez,” Saint says with a shrug.
Dex nods once, then leans to the side, taking his phone out of his pocket. He taps at the screen then places it on speaker, face up on the large wooden table. It rings once, twice, then a third time.
“Yellow?”
“Chewy? It’s Dex.”
“Dex who?” the voice over the phone asks in a monotone voice.
“Dex from The Keep,” Dex replies, brows pinched.
“Oh, you meanPrez, right? What can I do ya for?”
Dex takes a deep breath, shaking his head. “We came across a little problem when returning a dog to a town called Bellefont. Looks like Eden’s Keep might have something to do with it. Do you think you could get us some information on an address?” The line is silent, dead silent. “Chewy?”
“Yeah, I heard you. You asked if I could. Of course I can. Finding out things is my business. But it’s also simple boring stuff. Is Justice up to speed on that stuff yet?”
Justice shakes his head no, looking apologetic. “No need to be sorry, Prospect. That type of shit takes years to learn,” Dex says.
“I take that as a no,” Chewy’s voice says over the speaker. “I’m going to patch you through to my apprentices.” With that the phone line goes dead as she hangs up.
I’m not too sure if she meant to hang up or what, but we all sit there staring at the phone. Within moments it starts to light up, vibrating gently on the table.
Dex swipes the screen then barks “Yes?”
“You have an address for us?” the deep voice over the line asks.
“Depends. Who the fuck are you?”
“Theo and Jay. We work for Chewy.”
Dex frowns. “For Tombs Security?”
“No, Chewy personally.”
The brothers share looks around the table. I’m not too sure what Tombs Security is, but I’ve met Chewy and she is a little unusual.
“You know what? Fuck it,” Dex says to the phone, “Damian, gimme the address.”
“It’s 1378 Rookery Bend, Bellefont,” Damian says, leaning his big bulk over the table and almost yelling at the phone.
We were deprived of a lot of technology in Eden’s Keep, but even I know that phones are sensitive enough to sounds that you don’t have to yell at it. Especially not with a giant man voice. As if to push that point home, what I’m guessing is fingers tapping on a keyboard comes through the speaker, along with another man’s voice whispering, “Interesting.”
“You got something?” Saint asks eagerly.
Some grunting and I’m pretty sure Chewy’s voice fills the room before a loud “Aha!”
“Yeah, we got the motherlode. Had to route through a different server because shit went black, but the house is owned by three fake shell companies before coming back to some guy named Victory Landry.”
“What the fuck?!” Vex roars, standing so quickly his chair goes flying back.
“I’m guessing that’s not good news?” the voice on the phone asks.
“No it’s fucking not!” Vex growls. “I’m Victory Landry and I’ve never laid eyes on that house until today.”
