“Everything he’s done, everything he hid, everything he’s suspected of, bring it all to light.”
Havoc and G look at each other. “It doable?” Havoc asks.
G nods. “Byte, send me everything you have and then flood every news outlet and social media website with anything that will incriminate him, redacting only the names of his victims. Leave in everything else. If these motherfucking hospital paperpushers are left scrambling to keep their own reputations clear?—”
“They’ll hang him out to dry.” I hear Byte reply over the phone. “I’m on it.”
“Hannibal?” Havoc leans closer to the phone, measuring his words as he stares down at the scuffed table that’s seen many meetings over the years.
“Yeah?”
Havoc rubs his fingers over his lips, his eyes on Powers. “Before this motherfucker tries to spin the story, I want to put our own twist on it.”
“Alright, how?”
“I don’t want the world to think Lilian ran from her husband. We know she did it as self-preservation, but I wouldn’t put it past this asshole to make out she ran off with a lover or some shit.”
“You want him implicated.”
“I want him implicated,” Havoc agrees. “Your ME guy, he easily bought?”
“No. But he has a twisted sense of honor. His mother was a DV victim. He’ll do this for Lil if I ask him to. Tell me what you need exactly.”
He replies, without taking his eyes off Powers. “Change the time of death to coincide with the time she was reported missing and remove all photos and mention of the raven tattoo from the report.”
Hannibal blows out a ragged breath. “Nothing much then, huh? Leave it with me.” He hangs up as Powers runs his hands through his hair.
“You want to erase Lil from the club?”
Havoc shakes his head. “I want James Taylor to pay for what he did to his wife, Lilian.” He opens his mouth to say more, but a knock at the door has us all turning toward it.
“What?” Havoc bellows.
Con opens the door and pokes his head around. “Capone’s not back, and he’s not answering his cell.”
I feel something inside me shift. I get to my feet as Kruger frowns. “If he’s picking Star up, he’s probably just taken her for ice cream.”
“No, I texted him the news about Lil,” G murmurs as I walk over to Con.
“I called the school,” Con says, looking sheepish. “He picked her up an hour ago. I know I might be worrying about nothing, but something feels off.”
“No, I feel it too. Something’s wrong.” I turn to Havoc. “He got the same text as the rest of us. He’d come right back.”
“He would. It’s Lil, for fuck sake.” Circus jumps to his best friend’s defense. “Of course he would.”
“I’ll see if I can track his phone,” G grumbles, typing away at his laptop.
“Track his…wait. King got trackers for Star. Citi’s been putting them in her sneakers.” I pull out my cell phone and open the note with the tracking info, then hand it to G.
We all wait in silence as G does his thing, then he hisses and looks up at me. “Found Star.”
“Where is she?”
“Where, G?” I grit out when he doesn’t answer.
“According to this? In the middle of bumfuck nowhere.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
