Sixty thousand views.
Nine comments.
Closing the page, I call Stefaan Black. He answers on the first ring.
“I’m hiring every single one of your assassins. All their other jobs end now.”
“I can’t –”
“Antonio has your daughter, and he posted a video of her torture. I want Goodbye World”
–the best hacker group in the world and part of his gang– “to scrub it from the web and any device it’s been downloaded to. I want messages made out of every single fucker who has viewed it. I don’t care what the price is to make that happen.”
His voice goes deadly quiet. “Where is she?”
“Get your men on the video, Stefaan. I want it fucking down, and everyone who’s seen it tortured.”
He snaps out an order to whoever is beside him, calling all of his assassins back temporarily (so as not to void their contracts), regardless of what they’re doing. Then he returns to me. “Where. Is. She?”
“Morning Springs, West Virginia,”
I say just as Mother arrives with Aleric and the other vampires. “We hit in an hour.”