Page 160 of Gunner

“What about Williams? Anything on him? Anyone gonna come looking for him?” King asked.

“Gregory Williams, born February 10th, 1990. Mom died when he was a kid. Dad is unknown. Raised by his grandparents, who are both deceased now. He does have a brother. Benjamin Williams, born June 15th, 1988. This was the only picture I could find.”

Nav swapped the picture of Zeus’ sister Irene with a picture of a kid that looked about twelve years old.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What is this shit?” Cash barked.

“Look, the mother died in 2000. Benjamin was twelve years old, and this was his last school picture. The grandparents were, let’s say, eccentric, and homeschooled the boys. Raised them off grid, no online presence until after they died in 2009. Greg jumped on social media and made himself known, but Benjamin kept to himself, I guess. I can’t find anything on him.”

“Becca wants to homeschool,” Blade said.

“What?” King looked over at him, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“She doesn’t want to send our kid to school. Wants to teach him at home.”

“What the fuck for?” Ghost asked.

“I don’t fucking know. Something about wasted time during the day and test scores.”

“Don’t you listen when she fucking talks to you?” Colt asked.

“I listen,” Blade said, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “She talks all fucking day long. The only time she stops talking is when I stuff my dick down her throat.”

“Hey, asshole, that’s my fucking niece.” King threw the gavel at Blade, and we all laughed. He looked up at King with a grin.

“He dead?” Ghost asked.

“Who?”

“Benjamin fucking Williams.”

Nav shook his head. Blade had a knack for derailing conversations.

“Haven’t found a death certificate. I’ve been running facial recognition through every database I’ve been able to hack into and nothing yet. It’s still searching, though.”

“I’m losing my goddamn mind. He looks fucking familiar, too,” I moaned as I stared at the new picture on the screen.

“No, I’m with you, Gunner. He looks fucking familiar,” Jack said.

“Can you reach out to Sypher?” Blade asked.

“No,” King barked.

His tone prevented us from asking for more information.

“What about O’Malley’s guy?” I suggested. “What’s his name?

“Cian. Nav, reach out to him to see if he can help.”

“Alright, what’s next?”

“I found one of the girls.”

We all looked at Nav.

“What girls?” King asked.

“The three women who disappeared after getting engaged to St. Matthews.”

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