Page 192 of Destroyer
“He told me he was doing business with a wealthy entrepreneur from Dubai. Bjorn Shariff. That’s gotta be Haqazzii.”
“Nice work.”
“He’s got a business deal with Shariff where he was set to make fifty mil, then drop off the radar.”
“When?” he asked.
“Two weeks.”
As they stood guard over Robby’s body, Tank grew silent.
She knelt, stared into the lifeless eyes of a stranger. Then, with gloved fingers, she closed her cousin’s lids. “You made so many wrong choices,” she murmured.
“Two weeks, huh?” Tank repeated.
She stood. “That’s what he said.”
“Let’s move Robby’s body to the driveway,” he said. “I need to get into his torture chamber and check out his computers. If the feds take everything, we’ll never find out what he and Haqazzii are up to.”
After they moved the body to the driveway, Sydney noted that Grey’s SUV was gone. She pulled her phone from the SUV, called Caroline. Seconds later, her sister answered.
“What’s happening?” Caroline asked.
“Robby’s down,” Sydney said. “We’re waiting for Cooper and his team to get here. Tank’s going into the dungeon to grab any computer equipment.”
“How are you doing, Sydney?” She could hear the concern in Caroline’s voice.
“I gave him a chance to surrender, but he started shooting at me. Not gonna lie, it was hard to take him out.”
“You made the right call. He made his choice when he started trafficking and murdering all those women.”
“Aunt Valerie’s gonna have a rough time with this,” Sydney said.
“We’ll be there to help her,” Caroline said.
“I’ll feel like a total hypocrite. Consoling a woman whose son I killed.”
“Don’t go there,” Caroline said. “We’re taking the vic to the hospital. She’s sleeping in the back seat. She’s physically and mentally wiped, but grateful to be alive.”
“It’s gonna take Cooper a while to get here,” Sydney said. “I’m gonna dig up one of those mounds.”
When Sydney hung up, Tank wrapped her in his arms. “You want help?”
She hugged him hard. “I got this. You should grab whatever equipment you need.”
Forty minutes later, Sydney had unearthed enough of the grave to find a decomposing corpse, the putrid smell making her gag.
Tank strode outside, two laptops in hand. “The fucking mother lode. That monster recorded every torture session, every murder. It’s beyond gruesome.”
“Ohgod,” she whispered. “He was evil incarnate.”
He tossed a nod toward the second computer. “This one was hidden. I couldn’t access it, but once I do, I’m confident we’ll know about his business deal with Bjorn Shariff.”
“Nice,” she said.
His gaze jumped to the partially exposed body. “Jesus,” he bit out.
“When forensics IDs her, I’m certain she’ll be one of the missing twelve.”
