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“He has several facilities.”
His brain spun. Facilities? More kids in cages? “What the fuck?”
“Yeah.” Dave ran a hand through his thick, dark hair with a sigh.
“How did you find out?”
“Real has been working undercover.”
“With Pegasus? Phoenix?”
“Genesis.”
Who the fuck was Genesis? He put aside his questions on that for now. Answers on that could fucking wait.
“Then let’s get all the teams and go in there and rescue everyone,” Ice urged.
Dave gave a sad shake of his head. “We don’t know where any of them are yet. Real only discovered Solomon’s hand in this a few weeks ago.”
Ice clenched his hands, and he trusted Dave, but how in the hell had Dave hired someone like Solomon?
“I’m sorry, but what in the hell did you see in Solomon that made you want to have him head up Erebus?”
“His father and I served together,” Dave said.
Ice closed his eyes. Shit. He knew firsthand how Dave felt about old military buddies and their kids.
“I vetted him,” the man continued. “He’d been doing jobs for hire for a few years. My mistake was in thinking he was another you.” Dave’s sigh was heavy and it was his turn to grip the man’s shoulder in comfort.
“Please tell me you have a plan?” Ice whispered. Dave had to have a strategy figured out by now. The man was scary fucking smart like that.
“I do. We keep this quiet for now.” Dave jerked his head toward the door. “There are a bunch of loose cannons out there. I don’t want any of them killing Solomon before we can find the children.”
That made sense in a fucked up way because Ice knew without a shadow of doubt that Wrath would kill Solomon if he knew what the asshole had done to Rogue.
“All of you are staying here for now,” Dave continued, and it wasn’t a request.
Suddenly, Stone was there in the room. The man must have come through one of the many passages in the house.
Had he heard them talking about Solomon?
Stone placed a comforting hand on Ice’s arm, but the only one he wanted touching him with comfort or anything else was Echo.
He pulled away, gave them a short nod, and then walked out of the study with Grit on his heels. Jogging up the stairs, he made it to the room he usually occupied and closed the door.
Dropping down to sit on the mattress, Grit pushed his nose into his hands and Ice absently caressed his head.
The fucked up part was that he couldn’t even call Echo. While he had a phone, Echo didn’t.
Unless…maybe he got a new one already. Ice punched in the number Echo had made him memorize while in the Maldives.
It rang and went to voicemail.
“Call me,” he said gruffly. “I’m worried.”
Ending the call, his mind continued to race.
Was Echo with Rogue? Did Echo leave by his own will?
