27. Kaos
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KAOS
I ’m out of the car and across the parking lot before it can even come to a complete stop.
It’s rare I let any of the others drive, but after the funeral, Bishop needed to feel in control of something, so I handed over my keys and spent the time stalking Camilla’s tracker.
The fact she thought we weren’t going to follow her is amusing as hell to me, even if she was right. We can’t have it both ways. We can’t give her preferential treatment just because she’s our woman, not while the current model of the Syndicate stands.
But then Luca called, and we were already almost to the docks, so it all worked out in the end, but I didn’t like how worried he sounded on the phone, and the sooner I have the princess in my line of sight, the better.
The first thing I notice as I approach the docked ship is the guy heaving off the edge of the dock, followed by how quiet it is.
Where is everyone?
What the hell is going on?
Camilla and Luca appear from the office with another man I assume to be the dock manager, and all three of them look stressed.
I move toward my woman without hesitation, and it’s not until I’m a few feet from her that she notices me.
“You got here quick.” She raises a brow as she looks past me to where the others are trailing behind.
“We were in the area,” I lie.
She shoots me a glare, but there’s a hint of amusement on his lips. “We have a problem. A really big fucking problem.”
“What’s going on?” Crew asks.
Camilla forces out a breath and moves toward a crate that’s already been opened, and we follow her. She’s still wearing the same outfit from the funeral, complete with sky high heels that look too fucking good on her. I wonder if I could convince her to let me fuck her while she wears nothing but the red soled shoes when we get home.
She waits for each of us to surround the crate before opening the cooler that appears to be the only contents.
“I only took biology up to junior year, but this looks a lot like a human set of lungs to me,” she says. “And that one over there has what I think is a kidney. The problem is the ship has no documents. No origin port, no name attached to the shipment, nothing, and I don’t know how long these organs can survive after being removed from the body, but I doubt any of them are viable now.”
Crew curses as he moves away from the crate with his phone in his hand. “I’m going to get Wyatt on it and see if we can figure out where this fucking boat came from.”
“What about the crew? The captain?” Bishop asks.
“There was no crew when the boat docked, and the captain was dead when we made it to the bridge,” Luca replies. He’s not someone who I’ve ever seen have an emotional response to much of anything, but it’s obvious he’s uncomfortable with what they’ve found.
Anyone with any semblance of a soul would be.
“This has got to be Davenport and Caleb,” Kovu growls, his hands fisted at his sides.
“We don’t know that.” Crew looks up from his phone. “That seems like the most probable explanation, but we’d be remiss not to consider that someone else is trying to bring this shit into the city when it’s well known we don’t stand for it.”
“Let’s search the ship,” Bishop suggests. “We need to know if there’s anything else on here that might indicate who’s behind it.”
Camilla nods and lets out a breath as she shifts from foot to foot. Her eyes dart to the few workers standing around waiting for instructions. “You can go home for the day,” she calls out to them.
There’s a few murmurs before they shrug and head toward the office to pick up their shit.
“Don’t we need them?” Luca asks.
“They’re paid to get things on and off the ship. They know there’s illegal shit in the boxes sometimes, but it’s usually drugs and guns. Not human body parts. The fewer people that know about this shipment and its contents, the better,” Camilla explains. “Plus, I called in all our free workers from the illegitimate side of the business. They’re more equipped for what they might find.”
My eyes flick up to Crew, who’s looking at our girl like he’s impressed by her logic. Over and over again, she’s proving exactly why her father chose her for the job she now holds.
“All right, let’s get started. I want everyone working in pairs. We have no idea what’s on this boat, and I wouldn’t put it past Davenport to have a trap set, so I don’t want anyone alone,” Camilla orders.
“I call dibs on being your buddy, Princess.” I smirk, moving around the crate we were all surrounding.
She nods with a sigh. “Do you happen to have that go bag you packed for me? These shoes weren’t exactly made for searching a ship.”