Page 68 of Marcellus: House of Drakos
“Worry about your daughter, Marcellus. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
Marcellus had never felt so vulnerable. But he had to let her know. “I’m scared,” he said, and then looked at her. “If it is Bob Grishom, I keep feeling it’s my fault. I sued him and took everything he owned. I didn’t have to destroy the man.”
Savannah frowned. “What do you mean? He had no problem trying to destroy you. This is not your fault, Marcellus. None of this.”
He looked out of the window. He knew she meant well. And he appreciated her presence more than she would ever know. But he still felt how he felt.
“Please go take care of your business. I’m fine.”
He could tell she wasn’t, but he had to put first things first. He turned around and leaned against his window sill. “Have you looked at all of the CCTV footage from here to her house?”
“I was already tracking her every movement with the GPS Scottie installed on every detail car,” said Olivier.
“And?”
“It stalled out two miles from her house on a backroad that has no security cameras anywhere,” said Scottie. “She never made it home. But I sent a team over to her house just in case, two more teams to that backroad where the GPS stalled out, and another group went to every location with security cameras and secured the footage.”
“And?”
“They turned her house inside out, but she wasn’t at home. We didn’t find either one of her detail cars. And all of the footage showed those cars traveling from your house to that backroad nearly two miles from her house, and then nothing after that.”
“What we did find, however,” said Scottie, “was the GPS equipment from both security detail cars on the side of the road as if the equipment had been dismantled and thrown there.”
“Geez,” said Kari. “This keeps getting more horrific by the second.”
“What did the CCTV footage show?”
“Everything,” said Scottie. “We saw the cars heading for her place. But when they turned down that side street two miles from her home, those detail cars were never seen on video again. We couldn’t find them showing up on any of the video we saw and we looked at a radius of ten miles in front of that backroad and ten miles behind it. We turned up blanks.”
Then Alex’s phone rang. “It could be Oz,” Kari said.
Alex pulled it out and saw that it was his brother. He placed the call on Speaker. “Hey.”
“We found Grishom,” Oz said.
Marcellus stood erect. “Where?” he asked before Alex could.
“The Blade nightclub on Deander Road.”
“We’re on our way,” Alex said and ended the call.
“Who’s Grishom?” asked Scottie.
“Robert Grishom,” Marcellus said as he was heading for the exit too.
But his sons were floored. “He worked for us,” said Olivier.
“Yes, I know.”
“You think he’s behind all of this?”
“I’m about to find out.”
“Pop, let me go instead,” said Scottie. “You stay here.”
“Not a chance,” said Marcellus.
“Marcellus, can I go?” asked Savannah.
