<b>Chapter </b><b>182 </b>
<b><i>Kai’s </i></b><b><i>POV</i></b><b><i>: </i></b>
The five of us sat in the empty warehouse building waiting for Ramone to show up with Benard
Thorton.
??)
The morning after my night with Gracie, I’d left the room to grab me some water. Turns out, Tyler
was doing the same thing.
“<i>What </i><i>are you </i><i>doing </i><i>here</i><i>?</i>”
Asking simultaneously, after a short pause, weughed aloud. ?
“<i>So</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>really </i><i>did </i><i>have </i>a crush <i>on </i><i>Londyn </i><i>this </i><i>whole </i><i>time</i>.<i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>Yeah</i><i>…</i><i>we </i><i>really </i><i>bonded </i><i>over </i><i>these </i><i>past </i><i>few </i><i>months </i><i>while </i><i>you </i><i>were </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>hospital</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>Hmm</i>…looks <i>my </i><ia </i><i>was </i><i>love </i><i>ma</i>.”
<i>“</i><i>Hahahah</i>!!!! <i>That’s </i><i>going </i><i>on a </i><i>greeting </i><i>card</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
After grabbing two water bottles each, we made our way back to our rooms. Before splitting up, Tyler
called out to me.
“<i>Hey</i>…I’ll <i>start </i><i>the </i><i>search </i><i>for Thorton </i><iter </i><i>this </i><i>morning</i>.”
Yesterday, in my anger, I told Tyler to immediately begin searching for Thorton. But after everything that happenedst night, I realized spending time with my family was just as important. We had all of next week to find him, today I just wanted to enjoy being back home.
“Nah<i>…</i><i>let’s </i><i>begin </i><i>everything </i><i>on Monday</i><i>. </i><i>Today</i>…<i>spend </i>as much time as <i>you </i>can with Londyn.”
Tyler smiled brightly at me.
<i>“</i><i>Well</i>, who knew a little <i>hanky </i><i>panky </i><i>would </i><i>have </i><i>my </i><i>best </i>friend being all <i>mushy</i><i>.</i>”
Tylerughed and ran back to his room before I could react.
Tomorrow….I’ll kill him tomorrow.
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<b>12:20 </b><b>Fri</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b>12
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After the family weekend ended, I had Parys help Cam with some of his workload at the <b>office </b>while I handled everything else from my home office. Tyler immediately began his search for Thorton that Monday. Turns out, he wasn’t an easy man to find. We figured the Rochesters went through great lengths to keep him hidden.
In the meantime, I’d purchased Gracie a new phone and had her number changed. I didn’t want the Rochesters tracking her or having ess to her. The father had begun sending her messages demanding she set up a meeting with my parents to discuss business. Rochester truly had a <b>set </b>on him. You all but sold your daughter and then had the nerve to demand more in return. I couldn’t wait to give him exactly what he deserved.
It took three weeks to finally get a trail on him. Turns out, he had multiple aliases for his bank ounts and IDs. But it was his shellpany that became the turning point.
“<i>Hey</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>think </i>I <i>might </i><i>have </i><i>something</i>.”
Tyler walked into my office one afternoon holding a stack of papers.
“<i>What’s </i><i>this</i><i>?</i><b>” </b>
<i>“</i>It’s <i>kind </i>of like <i>Task</i>–<i>Manager</i>. <i>Apparently</i><i>, </i><i>it </i><i>pairs people </i><i>with </i>‘<i>service </i><i>techs</i>‘”
I looked at Tyler with a puzzled expression, why was this relevant? Sensing my confusion, Tyler
exined.
“This <i>site</i><i>, </i>I <i>found </i><i>it </i><i>on </i><i>the </i><i>dark</i>–<i>web</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i>a <i>shell </i><ipany </i><i>used </i><i>to </i><i>hire </i><i>underground </i><i>services</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Underground….I quickly understood. It was a site where you could hire the worse of the worse to get <i>‘</i><i>jobs</i><i>‘ </i>done.
My brows furrowed as I continued to read. I still didn’t understand how this would help find
Thorton. <fn2c34> Content originallyes from find(?)ovel</fn2c34>
<i>“</i>Okay, so <i>how </i>do we use <i>this </i>to <i>our </i><i>advantage</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>I’ve </i>got my <i>team </i>tracing jobs <i>he’s </ipleted. Phone <i>numbers </i>that were used, and possible meeting <i>sites</i>. <i>We </i>should be <i>able </i><b>to </b><i>pull </i>something out of this.”
I nodded my head in agreement. This was the most information we’d uncovered so far, so I had <b>to </b>have some faith.
12:20 Fri<b>, </b><b>Sep </b>12
And then, finally. It happened after weeks of tracking and tracing, Tyler finally found his location.
<i>“</i><i>Rx</i><i>, </i><i>rx</i><i>! </i><i>I </i>call <i>baring </i><i>good </i><i>news</i>….<i>I’ve </i><i>found Benard </i><i>Thorton</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
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My eyes immediately darted to Gracie; I could see the change in her expression. She looked at if she’d stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes stayed on the phone, waiting for Tyler to continue.
<i>“</i><i>So</i><i>, </i><i>where </i><i>is </i><i>he</i><i>?</i>”
“<i>He’s </i><i>staying </i><i>in </i><i>a </i><i>condo </i><i>owned </i><i>by </i><i>the </i><i>Rochesters</i>. <i>It’s </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>outskirts </i><b>of </b><i>Kingston </i><i>in </i>a small <i>town </i><i>called </i><i>Union </i><i>City</i><i>.</i>”
Gracie’s eyes widen at the name of the location.
“<i>What </i><i>is </i><i>it </i><i>Gracie</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>know </i><i>that </i><i>ce</i>. I <i>mean</i><i>, </i><i>I’ve </i><i>been </i><i>to </i><i>that </i><i>condo </i><i>before</i>.<i>” </i>
Both Tyler and I grew quiet as Gracie exined. Apparently, her piece of shit brother Noah, sent her there before to drop documents off to a man. The man was about average height<b>, </b>salt and pepper hair with a mustache. He wore sses and had a scar on his right arm. She’d met him several times. The man was none other than Benard Thorton.
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