Page 61 of Kept By The Agents

"Your daughter contacted us," Drew said, ignoring Matvey when the man made a strangled sound in his throat.

"When?" he barked out as soon as he was able to get over his surprise.

"The same day you visited us," Brandon told him.

"And I'm just now hearing about this?" Gone was his smooth mask of nonchalance. He was pissed.

"We had to know we could trust you," Suave said, eyes locked with Matvey.

"And that Boykov would agree to this," Brandon added. "Now, let Weaver continue. We need your help piecing this shit together."

I studied the eight images on the wall. The guys had been studying them for three days now and they weren't any closer to an answer.

"Why would she send this?" Boykov asked. "Why not send a damn address and be done with it?"

"Because if the Raleka realizes she gave their location, they'd leave and we'd never find her, assuming they didn't outright kill her." Weaver said, giving him a dark look. "She sent a coded message that could have been any of the Raleka's men just looking up random shit."

"Problem is," Brandon continued, "we haven't been able to crack it." He looked over at Matvey. "Any ideas?"

I looked at the leader of the Bratva and had to bite my lip to keep the anguish locked inside. He was gutted. Pain was written all over his face. "That's the bridge where her mother is buried," he said, pointing toward the seventh photo. He murmured the name.

Drew wasted no time typing it in.

"That's the building where you had her birthday party last year," Boykov offered.

Matvey swallowed then gave his once friend a weak grin. "I knew you were there."

"Only long enough to drop her a present," Boykov muttered. "Not her fault you're an asshole."

"Fair enough," Matvey said with a nod.

"So she's using places she knows," Drew murmured.

"How do they link together?" Suave asked, frustration clear in his tone.

Matvey and Boykov stared at the photos in silence, then it was like the lightbulb went off for both of them at once. "The streets," Matvey said.

"That's what I'm thinking, too," Boykov replied with a nod. "What order did the photos come in at?"

"They're in order," Drew answered.

They started rapid firing the street names for each photo.

"And those numbers have to be the building number," Brandon added.

Everyone fell silent while they studied the photos and street names. How did they go together? My eyes narrowed as I studied them as well. My eyes flicked back and forth, looking for the connection. My brows shot up as a pattern emerged. I'd always been good at word games. I bit my lip. If I told them my suspicions I'd get another tongue lashing from Brandon. But who knew how long it would take them to figure it out themselves? Motya and Elena could be gone by the time they did.

Decision made, I called out, "It could be the first letter of each street."

I cringed and tried to sink further into the floor as Brandon, Drew, and Suave all turned and glared at me.

"Shit... She's right," Boykov said.

"We must go," Matvey said. "Now."

"No," both Boykov and Brandon said at once.

"We need to gather our teams," Brandon said. "Now that we know where they are, we have to do this right."

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