Page 143 of Beast: Part Two

“Now, we are going to try this again.” I stand up from the rolling chair and drag it over to Chavis.

His wide eyes stare at me in shock as blood dribbles down his chin. We are in the basement of the Ghost house. Priest had a very special room built on for an occasion such as this. I have to say, as much as Corbyn hates Priest, the man was brilliant.

“We are trying to find Corbyn. I know that you—”

He cuts me off. “I don’t know where he is,” he shouts.

“Aht Aht,” I wave my hand in his face. “You’re not listening. We know that you know how to find Corbyn. You bring in millions of dollars for him a month. He has a long-standing relationship with you.”

“I don’t know,” He grits out.

I shake my head in disappointment. “I don’t think you understand your predicament. Allow me to formally introduce you to my little brother.” I hold my hands out toward Beast as if I’m presenting him to the world.

“He is, how you say, a little cuckoo in the head. But he is family, so we do not mock him. Anyway, Corbyn has taken his fiancé and son. My sister-in-law and nephew. And we are not happy about that. But you see,” I lean forward. “He is much more pissed than I am. And right now, the only thing keeping him from brutally murdering you is me. I am his voice of reason.”

I chuckle at myself, “And I know you’re thinking, But Sim, how can you be anyone’s voice of reason? You are just as crazy.” I laugh heartily at my own joke smacking my knee. “I know. I know. It’s weird. But this is my role. Now, I know you are thinking, he is already pulling out my teeth, how worse can it get?” I point to the two incisors and one molar on the tray beside him. “I assure you, my friend, it can get much, much, worse. So, you have a decision to make. If you give us some information leading to Corbyn, you can leave here a little bruised and without a few teeth, but alive. If not, I will walk out that door and leave my very angry brother alone with you.”

“I don’t know where he is,” bloody spit flies out of his mouth.

I toss my hands up in the air and stand from my seat. “Alright, I guess—”

“Wait. Wait,” he pleads, causing me to lower back in my seat.

“The accountant. Corbyn calls them every day. He checks on his money flow. Even when he’s out of town or on a business trip, he will always call the accountant.”

Shaking my head, I tell him. “We have already talked to William. He has no information—”

“William is his accountant for his legal business. He uses someone else for our stuff.”

Rubbing at my chin, I think over how many moving parts Corbyn has. Even when I thought I was at the center of all his business dealings, I realized there was still so much I didn’t know about him.

“Who is this accountant?”

“Her name is Julia Westfield. She works out of an office on the upper east side. You can track his phone call to his location.”

“Very good, Chavis,” I stand to my feet. “You did well. I’m proud of you.”

Release washes over Chavis’s face.

I look at Beastie. “Alright, I’m going to leave you two to it.”

“What?” Chavis looks shocked. “I thought you said I could leave.”

“Oh, I lied.” I shrug. “Brother, enjoy.” I turn my back and head out the room. Chavis’ screams go silent once the door is shut. Thankfully, the room Beast is in is soundproof.

I make my way up the stairs and into the dining room.

“How did it go?” Lucien asks as soon as I walk in.

“I have a name, Julia Westfield.” I quickly tell Lucien and the others what Chavis told me.

“I want you to see if you can hack into her phone from here,” Albany says. “And check with Kyra to help. We need all hands-on deck.”

“I got you,” Lucien says.

“I’m reaching out to Kyra,” Ari says, pulling out her phone.

We have all worked nonstop around the clock since Summer was taken. Even Hawk still comes and helps even though he has two newborn sons.

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