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04/19/1997

06/01/2010

Patient 7

05/13/2011

07/06/2019

Patient 8

09/20/2020

“There are pretty big gaps in those dates. And from 1973 forward? They've been at this a long fucking time,” I say to Harris.

“I noticed that, too. This place is nothing but a disguise for sick assholes to torture and sell people.”

“The main question is, who owns this place? It's got to be in here somewhere.”

“I have a sick feeling your families are involved.” Hunter frowns, rubbing his jaw.

“We need proof. Let's keep digging, hopefully the others get good information from those files.” Gritting my teeth, I keep working.

I will not stop until this all falls into place.

Ghost

For the first time since everything went to shit, I have some hope. I think Malishka will forgive us with time. Meanwhile, I’m determined to uncover info we need to get out of here.

I've got a stack of files in front of me. The ones on our families. I'm no hacker, but I do know how to recognize patterns and shit in code.

I'm frowning down at Purge’s file. Something isn’t right here. The family info is all correct, except a large part about his fatheris missing. The page has been erased at that part. It stops at role, which is weird. Obviously, he’s the head of their part of the Bratva. Why would anything more be written down, and why was it removed?

A light bulb in my brain goes off. I take the file closer to the light. I hold up the missing page and I can see a faint shadow of what was written there. I grab a pencil, lightly shading over the erased words. Holding it to the light again, I can make out the indents in the paper enough to read it.

I rush back to my workspace, writing down each letter once I can make out what it is.

HEAD OF THE RETREAT

OWNER SINCE 1999, TAKEN OVER AFTER?—

No. There's no fucking way. I had to have made a mistake.

There's no name at the end, so who founded the place?

My hands shake as I start to panic. I need another set of eyes to read this before I take it to Purge.

I rush to where Frost is working. I hope like fuck I’m wrong.

Synn

Wow. Fuck me. Razor and I are in shock at how easy it was to find this shit hidden in the file for our girl, my Pazessca.

First of all, we were right about the location of The Morgue. It's in that storage shed by the electric fence in the woods that we discovered. And... the seventh family is actually real. We couldn’t find a name, but it does mention the family in a couple of pages. What does it have to do with Pazessca, though?

“Holy fuck!” Razor yells, grabbing my attention. “Our six families? They fucking broke off from the main Mafia unit in the world—The Syndicate! They're some kind of secret group.”

Why the fuck is this shit hidden in Augustine’s file? “Brother, this is huge. More nails for those fuckers’ coffins!” My heart is about to beat out of my chest.