There’s not a person alive who doesn’t know who Warren Corvina is.
The Alpha Alliance guys I spoke to before I went out with them mentioned him a few times.
He was known as a rich innovative therapist and a great philanthropist before he was known as a dangerous criminal who tried to brainwash Omegas to make them slaves to Alphas.
It can’t be a coincidence that there’s a trail leading from his home to the academy where he had access to Omegas in the past as one of the academy’s donators.
I walk out toward the road until I get enough of a signal to make some calls.
My first call is to Shayne, because whatever Lana says to me, I’m not going back to the hotel tonight. Not now that I know whoever cut that hole in the fence has some sort of tie to Corvina.
I let Shayne know what’s happening, and I tell him I’ll call him back tomorrow.
Then, after sighing deeply, I make the call to Lana.
It rings for enough time that I’m wondering if she knows it’s my number calling.
Wouldn’t surprise me if she was screening her calls.
Then, when I’m about to hang up and try again, she picks up.
“Goldcrest, Lana speaking.”
She talks like she’s firing bullets out of her mouth.
I press my lips together before I finally make myself start to talk.
“Hey, it’s Falcon …”
“I don’t have time to make appointments right now, Mr. Falcone. We have a serious security breach …”
“I know. It’s about the breach,” I explain, waiting to make sure she’s listening.
“If you cut that hole in the fence …”
“I didn’t. But I did walk around the exterior of the fence when I left.”
She blows out a breath. “You realize I could take that as a threat?”
“I know. I had to do it anyway. And I found a trail.”
“You found a trail?” she asks, sounding confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I walked around the fence until I got close to where the hole was, and I found a trail of footprints in the mud. Men’s work boots, probably. Around a size twelve. The thing is, when I followed them, they led me out to a house. Warren Corvina’s house.”
When the line goes quiet, I check my signal.
Still working. I put the phone back to my ear.
“Warren Corvina’s house?” She sounds angry.
“That’s the one,” I admit. “I mean, it could be the other house that’s out here, but if I remember the news reports correctly, he owned both of them anyway so they’re both his houses.”
She sighs. “Send me your location. Use what3words.”
“Have your guys sealed the hole yet?” I ask.
“They’re ordering a new panel but Pete’s about to go block it with some wood for now.”
