Page 97 of Ravaged Souls

“Not really, no. But I’ll be fine.”

“He’s fine, Dad,” reassured Isaac. “What’s the good news?”

“I’ve found us a new business partner.”

“Who?” asked Phantom.

“Donovan Hail. He’s located in Clover Bay. It’s a few hours away from here, but I’ve arranged a meeting for you to meet with his son and crew. He’s dealing with some personal matters right now, so the meeting won’t take place until he’s ready. Hail is willing to provide us with more than enough drugs to help get us back on our feet.”

“Who’s the son and crew?” I asked.

“Lucian Hail is Donovan’s son. The others are Wesley, Kaden, and Cody. I’m unsure of their last names.”

Phantom jerked his head back in frank surprise. “I know Kaden. Not personally, but he and I chat over the Dark Web all the time.”

“Excellent news,” Father grinned. “That tells me I’ve made the right choice by reaching out to Donovan.” He pressed his glass to his lips, gasping out in awe before his attention settled on Phantom. “You texted and said you’ve heard back from Jace.”

“Yes,” Phantom replied, bobbing his head. “The Harvest has been moved to next Friday, on Halloween. Damien has kidnapped three more teenagers and they will be present with the other three women Damien hopes to sell.”

“And?” Father pushed.

“It’s going down at the abandoned airport. Crane, Sinclair, and Alesi will be there too. I don’t know about the time yet. Jace said he’d get back to us as soon as he finds out.”

Dad nodded. “Great. I’ll phone Sharkey and Prim.”

“But there’s more,” I rushed to add.

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Cindy,” Phantom then spoke, “my tattoo artist, she’s a very close friend of mine.”

“Yes. I know Cindy. Good woman. She owns that tattoo shop in town.”

Phantom cracked a tiny smile, an unusual and rare thing to witness. “She knows about the Harvest. She actually came up with a plan to help us intercept it.”

Father raised his brows then stared between the three of us. “I’m listening.”

Phantom went into thorough detail with Cindy’s plan, explaining it in a way that had our father grinning big with proud excitement.

“My worry is the women,” I pitched in. “They need a safe place to go once they’ve been retrieved. It has to be somewhere where Damien nor the Outlaws can find them.”

“Yes,” Father agreed, “they do.”

He paused, thinking long and hard to himself as he sipped his liquor.

“I wish we could save all of them, but Phantom is right. If we attack head on at the airport, Sharkey and Prim may die, leaving us two crew members short with no hope of saving the women. I was willing to take that risk before, but now I understand the danger of losing them. We can’t risk it. As far as a hideout goes, all we have is our warehouses. It won’t be enough. What these women need is shelter, food, clothes, and money, perhaps new identities too. The best and only option I can think of is for them to flee the country. It may be the only way to keep them safe for now.”

“How the hell are we supposed to pull that off?” asked Isaac.

“I know a guy.” Father downed his liquor then poured himself another glass. “He’s good at helping people disappear. Problem is, he expects payment up front. He’ll also need pictures of all the girls for their passports. I can pay the cost, but the only way this will work is if everything goes according to plan. If Jace double crosses us and this whole thing turns out to be a setup, we’re fucked, boys. Are you sure we can trust him?”

“Yes,” Phantom replied without a moment’s hesitation. “We can trust him.”

“Okay.” Father downed his second glass and placed it on the center table. “With that being said, here’s what we’re gonna do…”

Chapter 46

Samara

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