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“Together?” Kenzo’s face twists in disgust. “Like a mother/daughter special?”
That sick motherfucking bastard. Making money off his own daughter like that. I knew Theo Castellanos was a depraved human being, but this takes the cake.
My phone rings, dragging me out of visualizing all the ways I wish I could bring him back to life just to kill him again.
I look down at it.
My mother.
I press ignore.
It rings again.
My mother.
I press ignore.
Another ring.
Son of a—I answer the phone.
“Yes, mother.”
“Adrian,” my sister’s voice is panicked. I straighten up.
“Yelena,” I bark. “What’s wrong?” My sister is sobbing into the telephone. I can hear my mother in the background soothing her.
“It’s Vanya,” she hiccups. “I—please don’t be mad.”
Mad? I’m going to blow a fucking fuse if she doesn’t tell me what the fuck is going on.
“Yelena, what about Vanya?” I urge, frustrated with how long this is taking. “Do you know where she is?”
Another sob. “I—I picked her up after she ran away from you,” she cries. “She had me take her to this cemetery on the other side of town. I told her to call me when she was done or use my card to call a taxi or Lyft.” She pauses.
I clench my free hand into a fist and tighten the other one around my phone. “And?”
“Nothing,” she wails. “She hasn’t called and there has been no recent activity on my card. I panicked and told Mom and she told me to call you. I’m so sorry. She was just so broken down and sad and she said she wanted to visit the grave of her best friend’s mother.”
Cora’s grave. I turn to Anton.
“Get me all the footage from Section B5 of the cemetery on Canal Street,” I snap at him. He doesn’t waste any time doing as I request. When Matthias had given me the information on Ada’s mother, I had looked into where she had been buried.
“I’m so sorry, Adrian.”
“It’s okay, Yelena,” I soothe her in a gentle voice. “You did the right thing calling me, but I’ve got to go, okay?”
“Okay.” Another hiccup and then she hangs up the phone.
“I’ve got her,” Anton calls a few moments later. “She goes into the cemetery but doesn’t come out.” A few more strokes on the keyboard. “Fuck. There isn’t an angle on Cora’s grave.”
Dammit.
“Wait…” His index finger scrolls on the mouse. “Several hours later a small van pulls into the parking lot and… ten minutes after that it looks like they are carrying someone over their shoulder. It has to be Vanya.”
We got her.
“Kenzo. Can you track the chip in Yelena’s credit card?”
