“Silva is a little beaten up and feeling it,” I murmur as we approach the back of the house to find an exit.
We don’t have to be as careful as before. A lot of the estate has been cleared, and I expect that the front lawn will have the most activity.
“Nothing wrong with catching a ride when you need it,” Aiden says as we walk.
Most of us are still covered in blood, but there’s no help for it now. Wet wipes will do the job until we get back to Widows Peak. It’s not too far of a drive.
“What about Kyren, Harlan, and Syrus?” Silva asks weakly.
“Working on some things,” Aiden says. “We’re leaving them an SUV. Everything is fine. Last I heard, Syrus was hiding out with Kyren deleting information from Gideon’s database. Harlan hasn’t told them where his central hub of information is located, and they’re still clearing the estate.”
“Will they be safe?” she asks.
“Yes,” Aiden says gently. “They’re in the safe room of the office. It’s not on any of the blueprints. Kyren only found it by dumb luck. They’re good.”
By the time we get to the vehicles, Silva is fast asleep in my arms.
“Sleep well, Firefly,” Lexi says, touching her sister’s arm before she gets into a car.
I think once things settle down, we’re all likely to want to sleep for at least a week. We deserve it after a win like this.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Harlan
Blowing out a breath, I look around the winding down crime scene. It’s been hours, and daybreak is beginning to light the edges of the sky. Things also got a little more complicated when the basement mysteriously caught fire.
Oops?
I said at that point that one of Gideon’s goons probably decided to destroy evidence, and that’s when Kyren whispered in my ear that he was destroying his own evidence while locked in a safe room with Syrus. I guess it’s a good thing he was giving me a heads up.
It’s also ultimately why I’m still here since that was hours ago. Kyren decided that instead of deleting things, he was going to download all the content and then fry Gideon’s computer drives. He did the same to Gideon’s accountant’s laptop, which means that while the government managed to facilitate a huge sex trafficking bust, they’re not going to walk away with more than that.
There will be no windfall of information about where all the omegas are, nor will there be a money trail for them to follow. Instead, I guess I’ll handle that with my unit. The more I think about it, the more I want to open up my own shop.
The security jobs can help fund our own black ops business to find these omegas that have been sold. We’ll start with Syrus’ sister. Now that the omegas from the mansion have left with our people, I only have Kyren and Syrus hooked up to my comms unit, and they’re keeping theirs off unless they need to tell me something.
The omegas are probably just getting into Widows Peak, and the Widows are figuring out where they’re going to lay their heads now.
I heard Syrus’ emotion ravaged voice when he reported that Maeve Lynch was one of Gideon’s Dolls. She was sold two years after the Widows were. Since everyone is kept separated in the mansion, there’s no way that they would have known each other.
So, I’ll cover our asses on the front end here so we can continue our work. We’ll expand, find a way to hire more people, and make it work. Fuck everything else.
“I’m going to head out,” I say, coming up on Gary’s left as he stares at the Henderson mansion with disgust.
The best they could do without fire support was to keep the door to the basement shut so that it would starve itself of air. Thankfully, it’s built to survive a bomb, which it kind of did.
Izzy is fucking insane. Who just randomly holds onto a damn grenade for a rainy day? I can’t say that he doesn't clean up well after himself, because while it was a gamble to have active torture and murder happening downstairs, we didn’t hear a thing.
I mean, the ground didn’t even shift below us when he pulled that pin and the grenade exploded. Gideon had somesolid workmanship on this house. May he rest in pain and agony forever.
Amen.
“We’ll be spending months processing all of this,” Gary mumbles.
Sloane made sure to pick up the gun that was taken from Silva so there won’t be any prints for him to find. I’m not as worried about the rest of the house, since she fell from the ceiling and probably didn’t touch much outside of shooting people.
Gary and his men aren’t going to spend time fingerprinting the mansion when it’s this large. That’s a stupid amount of legwork and just not practical.
