glanced back, finding Blake helping a woman walk who looked heartbreakingly weak. I frowned at my golden boy, his eyes full of hate and injustice over what had happened to these people. But we weren’t letting it lie. We were going to make the monsters of this place pay.
“I’ll get the door open,” Kyan said, slipping out into the hall and heading across it as we waited in the dark. After a minute, I poked my head out, finding him pushing it wide and pocketing a pick, the spring night air blowing inside.
My adrenaline spiked as I led the way across the hall and the captives raced towards freedom, tearing out into the dark. Relief rushed through me at the sight and I knew the risk of coming here had been worth it for this alone. It had haunted me knowing what was happening to people at this club and nothing could rival the feeling of being able to do something about it at last.
I pulled the long cape from Blake’s shoulders, wrapping it around the woman he was helping and a tall man came to her side to take her from him. She caught Blake’s hand before they parted, her hooded eyes finding his. “Make them scream.”
“We will,” Blake swore, the darkness in him swimming in his gaze, full of the retribution he was going to bestow on every twisted motherfucker in this place.
Kyan offered his cape to another woman as the last of them ran outside, then he swung the door shut and looked to us with hunger in his eyes. “Let’s go kill some rats.”
I rifled through drawers with Nash at my side, looking for anything at all that could give us some of the answers we needed. There were files on countless companies, evidence of insider trading and illicit deals which would be more than enough to send all of the people complicit in them to prison. Or at least it would be if their names were on the documents. Which of course they weren't.
Every single deal only ever referred to the people who had taken part in them by the number they'd been given in relation to their membership here. So while I took countless photographs of every single piece of evidence I could lay my hands on, I knew that it would be damn hard for any convictions to be made unless I found the key to those numbers and linked the right names to them.
It had to be here somewhere. There had to be a record of who the members were and which numbers they'd been assigned or there was no way this place could work. When Kyan had come here before, the car that had collected him had shown up with his robes waiting inside it and the number clearly marked on them.
That meant that whoever he had contacted about coming to the club had been able to link him to the correct number. There had to be a system in place for that. It may have been the case that only the people in charge of running this place had access to it, but it had to be here.
"For the love of all that's holy," I growled in frustration, slamming the drawer I'd finished looking through and moving over to the desk where the computer stood.
It wasn't connected to the internet so it would be impossible to hack into it from the outside, but it was possible that I could do it in person now. I knew that it was where I was most likely to find the evidence I really needed to take this place down, but I also knew that with the very limited time scale we were working on here that it was unlikely.
"Perhaps we should just take the entire computer with us and leave," I suggested. “Or better yet, I’ll just break it and take the hard drive out.”
"I'd guess that makes the most sense," Nash agreed. "Hand it over to the authorities and let them handle it."
My jaw clenched as I took a seat in the leather chair behind the desk, the idea of that rankling me. Yes, it would make sense. But it would also haunt me for the rest of time. This was my fight. Our fight. I wanted to see the evidence here for myself and wield it how I saw fit, not hand the fight over to some federal bureaucrat in a suit.
"Ah shit," Monroe said, turning to look at me with