Page 145 of Beast: Part Two

“Mr. Corbyn, as always, it’s good to hear from you.”

“Are you tracking the call?” Albany asks.

“Yes, it’s triangulating.”

“I may go silent for a little while, Julia. I have a bit of a pest problem that needs to be dealt with. This will be my last call for a few weeks.”

“Oh, are you heading out of town?”

“Yes, tomorrow I will be boarding my private jet and disappearing for a short time.”

“No problem. It looks like today your numbers are sitting right at two million.”

“That’s a good day,” he chuckles. “I need you to clean out that entire account and have the money wired over to my offshore one by the end of the day.”

“Will do,” Julia says before disconnecting the call.

“Tell me you got that?” I ask Lucien. If we don’t find where Corbyn is now, we will lose all chances tomorrow.

Lucien grins. “I got him. Looks like we’re heading to Miami, Florida.”

Pure relief washes over me. When I look at my brother for the first time in four days, I see life flash back into his eyes. I can only hope that when we find Corbyn, we will find Summer alive. I had no doubt that Gabe would be fine, but I worried about my little sister. Corbyn had no reason to keep her alive. And I know my father. He had no problem disposing of people he found useless.

“I’ll arrange a jet,” Lucien says.

“I’ll get us weapons,” Ari adds. She and Many walk out of the room.

“I need that address,” Zel says. “I’m going to get blueprints of the house and surrounding area. Hawk is going to need to know the floor plan.”

Albany nods her head. “We need to be moving out in the next hour.”

“What about a plan?” I say. Even though we knew where he was, we couldn’t go after Corbyn without a plan. We got one shot at this, it had to count.

“We will plan on the way,” Albany says. “But tonight, we are taking Corbyn down.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Let’s Go

Albany

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” Mason Maxwell asks over the phone.

Beast, Maksim, and I are sitting in a pool cleaning van parked a few houses down the street from the Spanish style mansion where Corbyn is hiding.

“No. DOE already has the police department taken care of.”

They hacked the phone system to 911 for this area. Anyone who tries to call in and report the commotion will be talking to a member of DOE. Any other calls will be rerouted to the real 911 operator. Once the attack starts, we have a full forty-five minutes to get in and out.

“All right. I’ll leave you to it. The jet will be waiting at the pickup spot when you’re done.”

I say my goodbyes to Mason, placing my phone back in my pocket.

“What are we looking like?” I ask Maksim.

He’s watching the tablet. Corbyn was smart not to have a camera system installed in his house, but a thermal reading on the building tells us that there are ten bodies inside the downstairs part of the house moving back and forth. We’re assuming those are the guards. There are three others in a corner room that has not moved for a while. We believe those to be the remaining siblings. There are another seven guardsupstairs and one lone person upstairs in one of the end bedrooms. Surrounding the mansion are another twenty or so guards.

“Everything looks the same. I think Corbyn is in that bedroom upstairs.”

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