Page 95 of Reckless Seduction
“We don’t know,” he admits. “That’s why we need your help.”
Eriksen narrows his eyes at my son, but I can see the gears in his head turning.
“My wife is good at tracking people down,” he admits.
“You shouldn’t—” I start, but Seamus beats me to it.
“There is a reason we asked you to come alone,” he says. “And why we had to go through such crazy channels to contact you.”
Eriksen’s gaze flickers between us suspiciously.
“You might want to brace yourself for this,” I tell him. “It is not pretty.”
“Your so-called wife works for Crowe,” Kiernan informs him. “And she isn’t the only one.”
“And you know this how?”
Kiernan flicks his gaze to me, and I nod.
I truly feel sorry for Eriksen.
His whole world is about to be shifted out from under him.
The scream of pain he releases as Kiernan shows him our proof leaves my soul aching. I know exactly how it feels to lose everything. I always suspected that Katherine was dead, but to hear it from the mouth of the daughter I never knew had shattered my world. Even further, when she told me that Katherine hadn’t left me of her own free will.
I will never get the love of my life back, but I have Ava and a drive for revenge. One I will never let go of, and the other… well, revenge is a dish best served cold.
“There is a brothel,” he begins, his voice thick with sadness. His jaw clenches. “I have a few spies there that help me get intel. They also get some of the women out from time to time if they can.”
“You think she is at that brothel?” Seamus asks.
Eriksen nods. “I got word a few days ago that security had suddenly increased. Crowe himself came down to pay a visit. That has never happened before.”
“Have you heard from them since?”
He shakes his head. “No.” He sighs. “But I can guarantee you that is where they are. Crowe doesn’t visit his brothels. Ever. They are run under a subsidiary company. His name isn’t anywhere under it, so that nothing ties him back to them if they go down.”
“How do you know it is his, then?”
Eriksen smirks. “Because the company it is listed under is owned by Derik Cole.”
Dead men can’t own companies. Derik Cole was one of Elizabeth’s first victims. Hung himself from the rafters with pictures of his victims spread out beneath him. It made national headlines. If the brothel was ever discovered, all anyone would find is a dead man’s name.
“Can your spies get her out?”
“Not with the extra security,” he admits sadly. “All the girls are under lock and key in the main house. The only time they are let out is if they are needed upstairs for premier clients. That’s how I get my intel. One of the clients is a friend of mine. I won’t be able to get new intel through him either. He only comes once a month, and if we break his pattern, they might suspect something.”
I nod, understanding.
“Then I think it is time we set our plan in motion.”
I glance over at the boys. They nod.
“And what is this plan?” Eriksen asks.
Smirking, I hand over a large manila envelope I brought with me.
“I think you are going to enjoy this.”
