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“A good point,” Kuznetsov agreed. “Originally, the Sparrows used chat windows on online video games to communicate, but over the past year, we have uncovered another method they use—a private app that is available for sale on the biggest app markets.

“They shield their app behind a shadow operating system. We’ve been working on using this platform as a means of mass-identifying their numbers and targeting them that way.”

“As easy as that?”

“Trust me, child, it is not easy. I’ve had thePauksworking on this for eighteen months. It’s only recently we discovered howthey communicate and that was through intense, shall we say,study.”

His admission had me pursing my lips. “How would you deal with the individuals identified as Sparrows?”

He shot a pointed look at Conor. “It would be an entirely different method to the one the O’Donnellys have cooked up.”

“What’s he talking about?” I demanded.

“Some, we’ve been killing,” he admitted unapologetically, running a hand through his hair. “Others are more complicated. We’re starting to plant law enforcement agents in the offices of known Sparrows and they’re taking them in that way.”

I twisted in my seat to better study him. “How do you decide who dies and who gets arrested?”

“Declan conferred with Rex on the matter.”

Rex—the Prez of the Satan’s Sinners’ MC.

But that didn’t make any sense.

Unless…

“If Hawk’s Old Lady,” I stated, not wanting to name Amara, “identified them, then they die?” At his nod, I mused, “A solid decision process.”

Thanks to an unusual condition, Amara had never forgotten a face she’d seen. As a Sparrow sex slave, that meant she recognized either victims or fuckers in need of having their dicks cut off and their throats slashed.

Kuznetsov released a sharp bark of laughter. “And this, granddaughter, is why I never recruited you into the Brotherhood. It would have made my life a hell of a lot easier, I assure you, if I’d been able to have you on my team from the beginning, but how could I when your morals are beyond dubious?”

“Product of my environment, old man.”

He narrowed his eyes at my disrespectful tone, but whatever he threw at me, I’d dish back.

I wasn’t scared of him.

“If you don’t intend on utilizing our methods, then how will you do this?” Conor persisted, ignoring the mutinous glares Kuznetsov and I shared.

“Interpol.”

“Interpol?”

“You’ve heard of them, I presume?” he bit off sarcastically.

“Why them?”

“I trust the leadership.”

“Meaning they’re Brothers,” I complained.

“Not all of them, and Sparrows have systematically been weeded from their ranks.”

My mouth tightened. “What would you do?”

“Develop a special task force to deal with the Sparrows themselves. Who knows which names will crop up during this investigation? It’s not something that can be swept under the carpet, nor is it possible to murder every individual who pledged themselves to their cause.” At my sniff, he argued, “There are millions of them around the globe, Star. Their deaths, whether you like it or not, will trigger questions. And this is not 1930s Russia!”

“He’s right,” Conor muttered.

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