Chapter 712
Chapter 712:
Skye’s heart skipped a beat. The clinic. Dr. William’s facility. The one rumor they hadn’t been able to substantiate.
“What about it p>
“I can give you the address,” Lucian murmured, “and the access codes. In exchange for… a conversation. Tonight. Ten PM. Pier 4. Come alone p>
“I don’t make deals with terrorists p>
“Suit yourself.” Lucian shrugged. “But Liam is going to find it eventually. And when he does, he’ll walk into a slaughterhouse. My offer stands p>
He turned and walked out, leaving a trail of unease in his wake.
“It’s a trap,” Alistair said flatly.
They were in Skye’s car, parked a block away from the church. Skye had recounted the conversation.
“I know it’s a trap,” Skye said, gripping the steering wheel. “But he mentioned the clinic. Liam has been obsessed with finding the Syndicate’s organ trafficking hub. If Lucian is willing to give it up, it means he’s desperate. Or he’s trying to lure me in to use as leverage against Liam p>
“Exactly,” Alistair said. “So we don’t go p>
“We have to,” Skye said. “If I don’t go, he might tip off the clinic to move the evidence. We need to catch them red-handed p>
“I’ll go,” Alistair offered.
“He asked for me. If he sees you, he bolts.” Skye turned to him. “I have a plan. I’m not going defenseless p>
Pier 4 was a desolate stretch of rotting wood and rusted metal jutting out into the black water. The wind howled through the gaps in the planks.
Skye walked toward the end of the pier. Her coat whipped around her legs. She checked her phone. 9:58 PM.
Lucian was waiting under a flickering halogen light. He was smoking a cigarette.
“You came,” he said, flicking the butt into the ocean. “I knew you were curious p>
𝘋i𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘳 nе𝗐 ѕ𝘁𝗼ri𝗲𝘴 on 𝘣e.𝖼о𝗺
“Talk,” Skye said, stopping ten feet away. She kept her hands in her pockets. “And don’t worry about your ankle monitor. I assume you’ve found a way to loop the GPS signal p>
“Very astute,” Lucian chuckled, tapping the device on his leg. “A simple signal repeater. To the police, I’m currently enjoying a brandy in my penthouse p>
“The clinic,” Skye demanded.
“The clinic is on 5th and Main. Underneath the ‘New Age Aesthetics’ spa,” Lucian said. “Dr. William runs a chop shop for the Syndicate. Kidneys, livers, corneas. Highest bidder p>
“Why give this to me p>
“Because the Syndicate cut me loose,” Lucian snarled, his composure cracking for a second. “They left me to rot in that cell. If I go down, I’m taking their revenue stream with me p>
“Fair enough,” Skye said. “Goodbye p>
She turned to leave.
“Not so fast,” Lucian said.