Page 31 of Affair
On it, there was an oil painting with the family standing together. It was one of those rich-y rich paintings that the wealthy did to show how pretentious they were. Oh, they knew Hemmingway had money, but someone hadMONEY MONEY.
“Am I seeing what I’m seeing?” the other mercenary asked.
In the oil painting, with the gold gilded frame, there were two Hemmingways. One was in a soldier’s uniform for the King’sarmy, and… one was in a suit and tie. They flanked the two people they had just encountered outside, and killed.
How were there two?
Was this a joke?
Heading toward the painting, the one man read the metal plate on the bottom of the picture.
‘Duke and Dutchess of Gordon, with their children Hemmingway and Poe Seville.’
And then it hit.
They’d heard that name from the father.
“Well, shit,” he muttered. “He said his son‘Poe’,” he admitted. “Right before we killed him, he mentioned his son—his other son. Hemmingway never told us that he was a twin or that he had a brother.”
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
Pulling out his phone, the one mercenary searched the man’s name, trying to figure out where this man was. He had to be around.
Had they missed him on the estate grounds? If he escaped them, they didn’t have nearly the time they thought they did.
As he was searching his name, that’s when he found a website.
And he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Relax,” he said, sensing the tension in all of the men around him.
They waited.
“He’s a doctor in the States,” he said, showing him. “He specializes in PTSD and soldiers back from war. He doesn’t live here.”
Rubbing the tension from his brow, the mercenary leading this clusterfuck knew what that meant.
If the crypto code wasn’t here, that meant it was in the United States. That was the least convenient option.
They were going to have to cover all of their bases.
“He has to have the crypto key. If I wanted to hide something that big, I’d give it to someone I trusted. I’d definitely give it to my fucking identical twin brother to fuck with Von,” he said.
They all knew what that meant.
“The boss is going to be pissed,” the one soldier said. “When he finds out that we’re going to play games in the US…”
Oh, every single employee ofThe BlackStone Groupwas well aware.
They had to hope he was going to be easy to find.
“Where is he located?” the other asked, ignoring that statement.
He was well aware that their boss was going to be angry. They’d failed to locate the crypto key, and now they were dragging it out.
