Page 106 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
When I pulled up at my brother’s house, I was annoyed but highly fucking amused. My lady was proving more and more that she was built for this shit. After I punched my code to enter, I found Yair at the table with his laptop open, papers spread out like a goddamn case file. Kades was leaned against the wall behind him with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What’s up?”
Yair leaned back. “You were right, Mir. About all that shit.”
After I reminded Yair to check into the account I sent him, he made it a priority. We all knew that shit belonged to Trent but heplanned on trying to link it to me. Yair just needed time to pull it all together. Apparently he had.
“Show me.”
Yair turned the laptop, exposing a new document I recognized as a financial report.
“The half a mil to his sister wasn’t all,” Yair started. “Trent made another transfer too. It was small compared to the first, but still six figures. Sent it to an account overseas.”
My jaw tightened. “Who owns it?”
“A law firm here in the states but they collect their money in offshore accounts to provide ambiguity. They specialize in posthumous legal affairs.” Yair met my eyes. “He’s got something set up for after he dies. A message or lawsuit, shit maybe both and guess who the contact is?”
I frowned and Kades smirked before he dropped the bomb. “Atteir Dominic.”
One of the highest ranking members from Shadow Court…
“This muthafucker was really setting me up to kill him and planned on dropping the dime with some fake shit after he was gone, hoping they would shut me down.”
“Looks like it.” Yair nodded along with Kades’ confrontation.
“Keep going.” My jaw clenched.
Yair tapped another file. “This is where it gets tricky.”
He pulled up a list of Trent’s erased assets.
“Over the past six months, he’s been closing accounts, dissolving businesses, cutting off every old associate.”
Kades snorted, shaking his head. “He wiped his entire fucking life.”
“Every number he used to call regularly? Disconnected. Emails? Deleted. The storage unit he rented? Completely cleared out last week.” Yair gestured to the screen. “Trent didn’t just prepare to die, he prepared to disappear.”
The realization clicked into place and Kades said what was on my mind.
“This muthafucker really wants you to kill him and was going to try to make it seem like you tried to erase his existence to cover it up.”
“How fucking wild is that shit.” I laughed dryly.
“Exactly,” Yair said. “Because when he’s gone, there’s nothing left of him, except a trail of evidence leading to you.”
I leaned against the back of a chair.
“Who the fuck gets that deep with it?” I frowned hard, looking at the screen again.
“An unstable muthafucker for sure.” Kades shook his head.
Yair clicked another tab. Security footage.
“This is from the night of the break-in at Baylyn’s place.”
The footage was grainy but clear enough to note certain things. I saw a black SUV pull up three blocks away from her building.
Two men got out. Then Trent stepped out too.
