TRISTAN Dominic stares back at me in shock and runs a hand through his hair.


    I just told him what happened with Isabe and he’s as stunned as I am.


    I decided to head down to his room when Isabe went back to sleep. It’s morning now. The sun has just risen and it seems like we have pieces of the puzzle fitting together to form something.


    “She didn’t know who he was?” Dominic asks.


    “No. She would have first seen him when she was ten,” I exin. “Then again when she was twelve. She hasn’t seen him since and has no idea who he is. Kruv’ omerta. It has to be our guy Dominic. Don’t you think?”


    I can’t believe the coincidence.


    “I think it’s one hell of a lead, especially if she can identify him. Bearing mind we’re talking about ten years ago from when shest saw him. It’s a lead though. Did she say anything else?”


    “No. It was all part of the nightmares she’s been having.” I say that without thinking first so I should expect the cautious look he gives me.


    “I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with her, so I guess you’d know.” he states.


    I decide to do the sensible thing and think about my next words carefully since now I’m beginning to sense that it was him who saw me and Isabe in the garden.


    I’m aware I wasn’t supposed to cross the line with her, but I don’t want to hide whatever I have.


    It’s temporary. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. I know when this is over it’s the end, so I won’t upset anybody because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.


    “It’s something I noticed,” I answer and he gives me a look of disbelief.


    “Right. Guess you see a lot.”


    I’m not in the mood for shit or to argue with my brother like we’re squabbling infants. Now isn’t the time to be poking at each other but if he wants to poke at me I can do the fucking same to him. I’ve been holding off to keep the peace, but it hasn’t meant I stopped worrying.


    “Yeah I guess I do see a lot, like when I saw you sniffing that shit,” I throw back. “I haven’t dropped it Dominic. I’ve just been taking my time with you.”


    “Fuck you. Mind your damn business and stop using me of bull shit.”


    “Stop denying it. I saw you. Stop keeping secrets from me that could hurt you,” I argue.


    “Looks like we all have our secrets.”


    I think that’s confirmation enough that it was indeed him who was watching me with Isabe the other night.


    We stare at each other. I won’t deny anything if I’m asked. I’m not a man like that. Clearly he’s seen me and right now he’s waiting for me to challenge him and be some kind of fucker who lies through his teeth.


    I know I’m in the wrong. What I feel though isn’t wrong.


    I’m about to say something when a beeping sound steals my thoughts. Dominic’s eyes snap wide and he practically trips over himself to get to hisputer.


    There’s a red light beeping on a device he has attached to the monitor.


    “Jesus Christ,” he hisses when his screenes to life. “I found Mortimer. Oh my God.”


    I rush over too and watch as his hands fly across the keyboard tapping in all manner of letters and numbers lightning fast, until he pauses and a mapes on the screen. There’s one red dot beeping at a location in Rhode ind; Nickoli’s house, and there’s a blue dot beeping in Mongolia.


    “He’s actually talking to Nickoli now,” Dominic says hurriedly. “I’m hoping to get to see and hear him. I’ll know if the sequence works in a few seconds.”


    My God, then tension is gripping. It’s fucking gripping and I swear I could die right here from the suspense.


    The blue dot shes and then the screen goes ck. There’s a crackle of static for a second and then and image of the devil I’ve been looking for thest six years appears.


    Hees on screen, unknowing he’s been watched, and fuck, I realize I’ve seen the fucker before. I saw him at Allyssa’s father’s house.


    He’s sitting in a arm chair looking like he’s some kind of king. His hair is silver now and his eyes have the look of evil.


    “There’s no sign of Isabe,” Nikoli says to him. “No sign of Sacha either.”


    “I cannot believe this. How is it possible that we can’t find either of them. you make me look bad, like shit.” Mortimer growls at Nickoli, his Russian ent is thick and demeaning.


    “I don’t know where to look next. It’s clear she escaped, we have the image of her in the car.


    There was no sign of a struggle so I don’t think she was taken.”


    Good, I’m d they still think that. I’m d it all yed out in this way because it still buys us time. The element of surprise is always best.


    Sun Tzu couldn’t have said it better in the Art of War  the whole secret lies in confusing the enemy, so that he cannot fathom our real intent.


    That’s exactly what we’re doing. Confusing this fucker. This motherfucker thinks he’s so powerful and so untouchable he can’t even guess that his precious daughter has been taken. It’s been weeks.


    This is going into the third week since I’ve had her and they still think she’s escaped, Sacha too.


    “I’ming over to Rhode Ind Saturday. I’ll be at your ce there by six. I’ll find Isabe myself if you haven’t found her by then and deal with her ordingly for pulling a stunt like this. Kill Sacha if you find him.”


    The extent in his fury is evident when the call disconnects and the image cuts.


    Dominic and I look at each other.


    We have him, we got him, we know where he is and what he looks like.


    “We found him Tristan,” Dominic rasps.


    “Yeah.”


    “Can I suggest we wait for him to get to Rhode Ind. That gives us five days to n and it’s going to be quicker. Looks like where he’s in Mongolia is difficult to get to. And we’re gonna need bigger wings. It’s doable but not efficient because it would take us about three days to get to him and by then he might be on his way out.”


    “Absolutely. I agree. I think we use the time wisely, head back to LA and gather forces then go to Rhode Ind on Thursday.”


    “Sounds like we have a n. We should leave tomorrow.”


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    So this is it.


    It’s goodbye Isabe. It doesn’t need to be me who makes contact to identify our elusive Italian friend. In fact I think I’ll just let Massimo know and he can liaise with her on that.


    When I leave tomorrow I think that should be it, a clean break. It’s best not to prolong things, not in our case.


    Better to just get it over and done with.


    It will be best for the both of us, even if I don’t want to believe it.