Page 173 of Golden Atonement

“What the hell do you want with Kevin?”

Now that got my attention. Scribe clearly said in church that he acquired the information on Vladmir from his friend, Kyle, who also went by the name Oracle. Aksana confirmed that, adding that there were two.

“Tell me everything you know about Kevin and Kyle. Now.”

“They are brothers. They live on the deep web. They are basically guns for hire or in their case, information for a price. They can find anything or anyone. They live and breathe the dark web.”

“How good are we talking?”

“Makes Sypher look like a newbie. Remember when I was trying to break into that thumb drive Kitty gave me? It was around the time shit was kicking off with theSocietyand none of us knew who to trust? Well, I called Kevin. I did him a solid a long time back. When I mentioned St. James’ name, the fucker clammed up fucking tight, Reaper. Told me flat-out to not trust the motherfucker and get the hell out of dodge. He knew that St. James was dirty and we were walking into a trap.”

“What else?”

“I know the brothers had a falling out several years ago. Don’t know if they ever made up, but talk on the web is that one of thebrothers has taken a contract with someone big. And before you ask, no I don’t know which one or who the contract is with. All I know is that both brothers use the call sign Oracle.”

“Reach out to your friend. Find out if he’s a friend or foe. Get what you can out of him, Phantom. The faster the better.”

“Sure thing, but, Reaper, you should also know that Sypher got an alert. You were right. The FEDs aren’t fucking around this time. The warrants have been issued.”

“How long?”

“My guess. A day or two.”

“Who signed off on them?”

“That’s where shit gets interesting. Reed Scott. How do you want to play this?”

“We stick to the plan. As soon as your old man gets home, bring him and the others up to speed and, for the love of fucking God, make sure he fucking plays along until the coast is clear.”

Phantom chuckled. “Will do.”

“How long will you and the others need?”

“Give us two weeks before you send in the cavalry.”

“They will be waiting and ready,” I said before disconnecting the call as I immediately received an incoming text.

Unknown Sender:We need to talk.

Me:Who the fuck is this?

Unknown Sender:The person you’re looking for.

Looking around in the darkness, I spotted my woman standing at the window inside our cabin, looking right at me. Staring at her, she said nothing before the curtain slowly closed.

Turning back to my phone, I hit the small phone icon, before placing my phone to my ear, hearing it ring only once before the line connected.

“Did you ask him for a favor?”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t have much time. Did you ask him for a favor?”

“Who?”

“Crispin Sinclair.”

“No. He asked me.”

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