Page 175 of Outlaws of Tulsa

As Koyn converses with King from the Santa Clarita Royal Bastards chapter, I flip open my laptop and continue my search. Dan was able to get some guys on the hunt for a seven-foot guy named Night Giant. There aren’t tons of guys at that height, but it’s enough that they’re going to have to comb through to see if any match this guy’s description. In the meantime, I’m cross-referencing all my notes from the trafficking file Dan gave me plus everything we know so far, trying to get a location on these fuckers.

“…the dark web is where I’d start,” King finishes, snapping my attention his way.

“What? Can you repeat that?” I demand.

“I said,” King barks out on the speakerphone, “that based on the fact you think they’re expert traffickers, the dark web is where I’d start.”

“Do they post about their kidnapping shit or something?” Filter asks.

“You’d be surprised at how many of them video tape their abusive acts. Hell, knowing these fuckers, some of them might even put out ads for buyers.” King sighs. “The dark web is a cesspool of weird ass shit, so you really need to be specific when searching.”

“You’re well versed on hunting these fuckers down,” Koyn grumbles. “How the fuck do we know what to search for?”

“Input keywords in with your search that relate to your missing person,” King offers. “Cities where they came from. Size. Hair color. Nicknames. Anything you can think of to narrow the search.”

As they continue to discuss what to look for on the dark web, I try to remember anything of use. Watcher’s Group keeps niggling at me.

“I’ve got the dark web pulled up,” Bermuda says from my other side. “Where do I start?”

“Watcher’s Group,” I reply, turning my attention to his computer. “Seven-foot giant. Night Giant. Memphis.”

He types the string in but nothing shows up.

“Try Night Giant by itself.”

No videos show up but a few links do instead. He doesn’t click on them.

“Stars in Memphis,” I blurt out. “Giant Night Stars in Memphis.”

A link to Cypress City Clips pops up. I sit ramrod straight because Cypress is Collins’s first name.

“Go there,” I order. “I think we’re onto something.”

The website is all black with stars in the background. The only way to access it is by passcode. I flip Bermuda’s laptop around and shove it Koyn’s way, interrupting his conversation with King.

“Get us in here,” I tell him. “Hurry.”

Koyn ends the call with King and I slip out of the room. Katana has been sleeping, but he and I need to have a little chat. I need to know everything. There’s too much at stake now to be doing things the “right” brotherly way. I need answers and I need them now. Katana’s best friend is Dragon, so I feel like he’ll do whatever he can to help.

His room is dark when I enter, so I don’t flip on the overhead light. I find the lamp beside his bed and switch it on. He winces and slowly opens his eyes. I’m reminded again how he held onto Gretel, staunching the blood flow. Had he not done that, Krista would have called back with worse news earlier. As it stands, Gretel is out of surgery and will be able to go home in a couple of days. Hansel was cleared to go home, but he wasn’t about to leave his sister’s side.

“Hey,” I grunt out. “Sorry to do this to you, but time is of the essence. We have to find them.”

Katana nods. “Hell yeah we do.”

“I need to know the story of how you met Dragon. What happened? Where were you? Any detail will help us.”

His face pales and he closes his eyes. “You really think it will help?”

“I do. I know whatever it is was hard, but it needs to be said. All the clues we can get will help us piece it all together.”

“Okay,” he says, exhaling heavily. “Dragon won’t forgive me, though.”

“Maybe not. What’s more important? Forgiveness or his life?”

“I know.” His features fall. “I was sixteen when I met him.”

“Where did you meet him?”

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