Chapter Fifteen
“We are sad to report that businessman and tycoon, Jefferson Hart, has died. According to our investigative report, he was on his private plane on his way home from a business trip when the plane they were on blew up, killing everyone aboard. Please stay tuned, reports are still coming into our station.”
Lucas stopped what he was doing when he heard the news. Jefferson was a close friend of the family going so far back that he and his brothers calling the man Uncle Jeff. He’d woken up that morning with the weirdest craving for ice cream which was normal, but who the hell ate it for breakfast with sardines and chocolate sauce topping and a large bottle of grape soda to wash it all down. Setting his treat down, he reached for his phone and dialed his brother’s number.
“Ty, tell me it’s not true.” He didn’t have to say what he was calling about.
“I wish I could tell you it’s not.”
Lucas heard the sadness in his brother’s voice. “He’s going after people close to me.”
“Maybe or it could be something else.”
“Like what?”
“There were three other deaths that didn’t make it in the news.”
“Who were they, Ty?”
“Lee Martin, Francis Logan, and Marvin Kennedy.”
“All fairly wealthy men that worked with Seeker as informants or agents. What the fuck is going on?”
“Yeah, so was Uncle Jeff,” Ty added. “I honestly don’t know what the fuck is going on. Things just aren’t making any sense.”
“How did they die?”
“Lee was killed by a sniper while he was in his office, Francis was poisoned, and Marvin was hit by a car.”
“Fuck, I need to come home.”
“No, we need you to stay there,” Tyler said and Lucas sensed something was off.
“What aren’t you telling me, Ty?”
“Look, nothing is wrong, okay, we just need you to stay hidden a bit longer. We’re close to finding him, Luc. Just be patient a bit longer. I gotta go.”
He hung up before Lucas could say anything more, it'd been a couple of days since they spoke. Sighing, he set his phone down trying to figure out what to do. He was trying to be patient like Tyler and Tucker wanted, but it was difficult when people he knew and care about were dying because of him. Grabbing his snack and cell phone, he dialed the number of one person he could talk to on the down low.
“You’re supposed to be in hiding,” Chance said to him.
“And you weren’t supposed to know that I am,” Lucas shot back.
“Who do you think helped your father find and set up the phone and place you’re staying at.”
“Fine, then tell me what I need to know.”
“Why is it the only time I hear from you and your brother is when you need information?”
“Because we know you’re the best at what you do.”
“Yeah, yeah, just because you bat for my team now, sweet talking me isn’t going to get what you want from me,” Chance said to him.
“Fine, name your price.”
“Not so fast, buddy, I’m putting this in my ‘I owe you’ safety box for when I really need a favor.”
“All right, now tell me what I need to know.”
