The answer to that question was in my back pocket. It was the answer to what had been plaguing me for months now.
In the bunker. I'd emptied my fucking pockets.
My phone was out, my fingers dialing.
Cruz picked up on the first ring.
“Meet me at the Omega house now! It's Santari!" I clicked off the call before he had a chance to ask questions.
Right now, every second counted.
“Download that for me,” I told Kenneth as I dialed Titan.
"What's up, Storm?"
Meet me at the house now!"
He hesitated, which pissed me off. Time was ticking.
“This better be fuckin' good.”
“It's Santari!"
"What about her?"
"She's been taken."
And that began the hunt. God help the man who got it in his mind to make the biggest mistake of his life.