Page 51 of Mafia Love

“This is what you call resourceful,” Sinclaire intoned, still with that taunting.

“We have resources too,” I informed him.

“Looks like they did fuck all to me.”

“Right, you know what, Sinclaire, you can go fuck yourself.” I’d had enough, and this pissing contest was breaking my cool.

“Easy, guys.” Max put out his hands to both of us.

“Yes, easy, I need to concentrate,” Cora said, tapping away at her keyboard. She was purely focused on whatever it was she was doing.

On her screen were a bunch of codes that looked like something fromThe Matrix.

They all ran down in lines. I didn’t understand what any of it meant, but I had to hope that her belief in what she was doing would work.

I needed something to work. Something more than the nothing we had going for us.

If it worked, we’d have the upper hand. We’d have a mission to plan. I was certain Victor would know by now that we made it out of the facility, but maybe we had a little bit of time and leeway. It was a wild guess, and me hoping we did.

Cora straightened suddenly, and the code started unscrambling.

“Eureka.” She beamed.

“Eureka, as in you found them?” I stood up and moved closer.

“Yes.” She nodded her purple head excitedly.

“How did you find them?”

“Virus. I just hacked their system with a virus, and they actually won’t know.” She tapped away at the keyboard again and instantly, I saw a locator triangle hovering over the map.

She zoomed in.

“Peyton Prison,” I said before she could.

Why was I surprised? The place was abandoned. It had been for years, but damn, it was a secure prison for the worst criminals. The ones with severe psychotic tendencies. The kind of place Victor would go apart from hell.

It was almost déjà vu. With Henry, Victor had taken him and his family to an abandoned psychiatric hospital of the worst kind. It had been closed down for its inhumane practices. Peyton Prison was basically the same.

“Peyton Prison,” Cora confirmed.

“Alright, let’s go.” I crackled my knuckles.

“Wait, not so fast.” She held up a hand.

“What?”

I was very impressed with her skills so far, and I’d be putting it mildly if I said I was simply eager to get going. However, the woman impressed me further by zooming right into the room the phone was located. She hovered around the screen, tapped her keyboard, and the inside of the facility came into view.

“What did you just do?” I asked.

“I tapped into their CCTV, so I can see what’s happening inside.”

I moved closer to her. “Can you see Amelia?”

Raphael stood up now and made his way over.

Cora clicked on a series of codes and stopped when we saw Amelia. My heart jumped in my throat. She was in a hall like room tied to a chair, looking around.