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“What we know is that a van came to the front gate and dumped Danny there. Gideon has cameras everywhere near the house, so he was able to get a good description of it. He’s got someone accessing the CPTV cameras to see if they can follow its drive and hopefully lead us right to Ivanov.”

“Solid plan. Anything on that yet?”

“It’ll take a little time but once Gideon knows anything, I’ll make sure he tells you.”

I clapped Penn on the arm. “I appreciate that.”

I knew whoever Gideon had on this had to be the best and would get us a location. And as soon as I had it, I was going over there and making Vladimir Ivanov feel every ounce of pain this last year and a half had caused me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Alex

The doctor came out just as Gideon got a call regarding the whereabouts of Vladimir. We’d been sitting here for hours with zero updates on either. Of course it would come at the same time.

“Take the call. Alex and I will speak with the doctor,” Penn said, and Gideon agreed.

Penn and I approached the obviously tired doctor. He looked at the two of us. “Are you Danny Brooks’s family?”

“We are,” Penn answered. I was too worked up to speak. I had to know if Danny was okay.

“I’m Dr. Avila. I’m one of the doctors that was called in to assist.”

I didn’t give two shits who this man was—this wasn’t some fucking meet and greet. I needed info five minutes ago. This was why Penn was doing all the talking.

“Thank you, doctor. I’m Penn and this is Alex, Danny’s partner.”

I snapped my head in Penn’s direction upon hearing that introduction, but Penn was acting as if he hadn’t made the floor shift.

“I will start off by telling you Danny is alive. That seems the most vital information I’m sure you’d like to know.”

That heaviness on my chest lifted slightly. “But…I feel like there’s a but.”

Dr. Avila continued. “His body has been through a lot. I’ve seen people in severe car accidents, buried under vehicles who were battered this badly. He had internal bleeding that we were able to stop but there’s swelling on his brain, his kidneys are severely bruised, three of his ribs are cracked…” I listened as the doctor listed every injury Danny had sustained, logging them in my mind so I could replicate each one on Ivanov.

“Can we see him?” Penn probed.

“Not right now, I’m sorry. He will be wheeled to the ICU in about an hour, but I’d advise that visitation could wait until tomorrow. We have to monitor him closely, and the next twenty-four hours are vital.”

I glanced at Gideon, who was still on the phone. If he had a location, I was going. When Danny woke up—and he would be waking up—I wanted to tell him Vladimir was dead.

Penn promised the doctor we’d wait to visit with Danny tomorrow. After he left, the two of us joined Gideon, who was ending his call.

“It took a while because the van made a few stops before it settled on a rundown house on the south side. The address of every place the van went to is being sent to me as well as the address it’s currently at.”

“Do we know which one Vladimir is at?” I asked.

“I sent a scout to each address, and as soon as one of them finds out, so will you. Now tell me what the doc said.”

Penn filled Gideon in on everything and I zoned out, not wanting to listen to the extent of Danny’s situation again. Dean had returned with coffees and was also listening in on Penn’s play-by-play with the doctor.

I moved to the window and watched the world go on as if nothing were happening in here…as if my heart wasn’t beating black and blue and rage wasn’t threatening to suffocate me.

“Alex.” I turned toward Gideon.

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to go to my house, and I’d like you to come with us. Once we get the information on where Vladimir is, we’re going to strike before he has a chance to flee. We don’t have what we need here.”