“Coincidence takes a whole lot of planning, Blair,” Kaya says, and the words echo in my mind.
“Who do you think did it?”
“I don’t think it was Simmons,” she starts explaining, and she has my full attention. Freya, to her credit, remains silent, though she’s equally as invested in the conversation. “Because he’s way in over his head right now. Adding the kidnapping of a teenager; in a foreign country to his very long list of criminal charges, is not something he can afford to do. Besides, there’s not a single chance that man has left the States.”
“He could’ve paid someone else to do it,” I say, but Kaya looks unconvinced.
“Why would he bother with Theodosia? He has his hands full. If anything, he should be coming directly towards you, not a fifteen-year-old who isn’t even in this country.”
“Then, who do we have left?”
“Raven,” Freya speaks for the first time since Kaya got here, and judging by the way Kaya glances at her, I know she thinks the same thing. My eyes close, and I feel a migraine incoming.
Kaya rolls her eyes, “That’s just fucking perfect. It means he was able to leave the country without anyone spotting him.”
“To no one’s surprise,” I drawl out. “He is very, very good at what he does. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been with the organization for as long as he has. To make matters even worse, we have no one in Greece to try and find her,” I say, a nauseating feeling consuming me.
“You don’t,” Kaya shrugs. “I do.”
I blink. “Well, are you going to speak?”
“Godfathers of the Night.”
“Fuck, you’re friends with the Greek mafia?” Freya all but jumps out of her seat, her eye widening almost comically.
“Mmm, their daughter is one of my closest friends. So, I can have her ask around. However, unless Theodosia already has ties with the mob, the chances of them helping are slim. They can find her, then the rest is up to us.”
“That’s all I can ask for, honestly,” I sigh. “Fuck, I hope she’s okay.”
“Are you going to go there personally to save her?” Freya questions.
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to meet her. I want her as safe or close to that as possible right now. We have to work quickly.”
“Then, before I actually contact my friend, how about you try going about this through another route?”
My eyes snap to Kaya’s, and I see a plan forming inside of her head. “There’s one man that you know who could find her. After all, finding people and infiltrating organizations used to be his full-time job.”
“You mean X.”
“I do,” Kaya nods. “I’ll make sure the Godfathers know that he’s one of the De Santis’ people, so they won’t touch him unless provoked.”
“How do I even find that man, though?” I groan. “Everything I know about him boils down to one thing — he disappears and only appears when he wants to.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Freya agrees. “But if you offer a hefty sum, I have no doubt he’ll pop in.”
“That’s all fine and well, but how do I contact him?”
“Arlo should have a phone number that’s always connected. I think Arlo’s the only one who has the number, since the only person allowed to contact X is Arlo himself. Ask, or snoop around and find it.”
“I’ll do that, but Jesus Christ, why would Raven kidnap Theodosia? She’s only fifteen, for fucks sake. She’s innocent in all of this, there’s nothing to gain.” Rubbing my temple in frustration.
“He’s panicking,” Kaya says, taking the half-empty bottle of wine, and taking a swig from it. “He knows you’re onto him, so he’s trying anything to gain the upper hand.”
“Does that mean he’ll kill her?”
“Not necessarily. He’ll likely try to use her as leverage, and if that fails, that’s when he’ll kill her. But so far, no. He’ll contact you, though.”
Freya nods in agreement. “And, he’ll probably try to blackmail you. Be prepared.”
