I grab the lid to shut the computer and I see that the video file still has almost sixty seconds of footage. It’s probably them congratulating each other— or worse, showing Dante’s torn body.
The sadist in me wants to keep playing the video; plus, I’ve watched up to here, it’s only natural that we finish what we start.
I sit down, take a deep breath and click the ‘Play’ button for the last time.
I hear a second man speak from behind the camera— I was right, they are congratulating each other. The man holding the gun asks him for help. It takes two to move a body, after all. Both of them are dressed identically and are similar in shape, height, and probably weight. Both of them crouch near the chair and pick it up.
As soon as the chair is held up, I see Dante, still bound to the chair. They put a bag over his head and the video stops.
What the fuck… Why would they put a bag over a dead body?
I rewind a few seconds and hit ‘Play.’ Dante’s there.
Did his arm just flinch?
I rewind again.
It did!Maybe it’s a reflex.
I rewind again. His chest moves. I’m speechless.
He’s breathing… How can this be? My brother… Alive, all this time?
My mind is going into overdrive. I need fucking answers, and that little prick Asad has them.
My cell rings somewhere in my home. That’s probably Carter.
I follow the ringtone until I find it. The screen reads “RAGE.”
Perfect timing.
I swipe to answer.
“Hey.” That’s all I can say while I make my way back to the laptop and rewind the end of the video once more.
“Found them.”
That was fast.
“Where?” I’m trying not to sound too excited.
“I’ve just sent you the coordinates.”
“Roger. I’m on my way. Care to finish what we started?”
“I’m already there.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The Professor is here.
Bruno
I rush back into the room, still holding my cell, to check on Sarah. I find her sound asleep. She’s clenching my pillow so hard, it makes me wanna jump in bed and stay with her forever. But I can’t.
It’ll be just a few hours…
I grab the car keys and leave the house without making a sound. I really don’t want to wake her up. It’s been so long since she had a good night sleep.
