If he's planning a sacrifice, where would he do it?
Not the warehouse Zaria brought me to. She would've said that name in passing. I know she would have.
Being that he made her believe he had my mother, it's got to be somewhere more secluded. Secret, or meaningful even.
I flip through the newspaper clippings, the police reports, the property records.
Shit. This is frustrating.
I slam my hand on the desk, rattle the pens in the cup.
Think, Callum. Think.
I replay the recording again, this time staring at Zaria's note. The one I found on her dresser.
I have to go home. Don't try to find me. I won't come back to you.
Home.
Where the hell would be home to her, or him for that matter?
Wait.
I pull one of the older files toward me, the one Octavian first gave me. It's about Cormac's family, his parents, the massacre, the fire.
I flip to the property records.
There. The address where it all happened and he survived.
I pull up Google Maps and type in the address.
I click Street View, and once the page loads, I pinch and zoom in.
It's the office complex. I drove by it. No home there anymore.
Dammit.
But something catches my eye, something I'd seen before but never noticed.
There's a sign out front. I zoom in.
My blood goes cold.
It reads: Old Ruins Complex.
I fucking got you.
There's a knock at my door.
"Come in."
The door opens and Octavian steps inside.
"Anyone with you?" I ask.
"No." He shakes his head. "There's some men outside talking to Tommy. Declan's not here yet."
"Okay. Sit."
