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18: Aftershock

Winnie's POV

Later that night, the crew ended back up at the hotel outside of the city, exhausted and miserable. We were waiting on a call from Aristos with a status report in Buffalo, and to be honest, I was worried. After learning this entire incident was premeditated, I had a nauseating feeling brewing in the pit of my stomach.

How far ahead has Grimm planned for this?

I didn't know how dangerous things could become if we didn't investigate the situation more. It's just difficult considering we have no leads other than the receipts and what Grimm has said. Like it's any reliable information, but it's all we had.

Scott sat next to me on the couch, laying his hand on my thigh and leaning on my shoulder, resting his head on mine gently. "You good, Pooh?" He murmured, everyone else sitting in different chairs around the room. Rami and Shakewell on the barstools by the kitchen. Ripley, Glock, and Teddy sitting across on a different couch. Glock was resting his head on the arm of the sofa, asleep, and Teddy and Ripley were on their phones, looking beat.

I shrugged, the silence extremely deafening. It was hard to not overthink the entire situation in this quiet of an atmosphere. "I'm just worried."

Scott nodded. "Yeah, me too."

"Are you okay?" I asked him. I don't know why he asked if I was okay when he's clearly the one that's more hurt by this situation.

He remained silent for a moment before sighing. "Not really, but life goes on. I can't really allow myself the time to mourn considering the circumstances."

I looked at him, almost offended by that mindset. He just lost a really close friend, he should at least need a moment to grieve. Maybe not fully, sure, but at least get a good cry out. "You can mourn. You kinda need it."

He shook his head. "I got enough relief from killing that motherfucker."

Right. Whatever helps him sleep at night.

"Okay."

It was like saved by the bell, because after that, Scott's phone began to ring. He dug it from his pocket, and saw it was Aristos. "Yo, this is the call." Everyone didn't hesitate to gather around the sofa, waiting for Scott to answer.

"We're all here to give you the status," Scott started off.

There was a heavy sigh on the other line. "I'll start with our status. We didn't get much. But we did find the location where the transaction was made. Apparently, it's a spot that's regularly used for deals." There was a pause, then some shuffling of papers or something. "We scouted out an arms deal between two gangs. They didn't have any connections to any of our situation, but they did mention Grimm."

"Was it anything useful?" I asked.

"Useful enough to let us know that he's definitely in New York and not Florida. My guess is that he was trying to separate our gangs, by having G59 go to Florida and Sesh go to New York. Which has me worried that there was a trap set in Tampa...?" Aristos asked.

The silence after that was deafening. Not to mention Aristos has incredible critical thinking skills, being able to see through Gavin's bullshit within a day of investigation, he knew something had happened to us.

"To make a long story short: Grimm hired a gang that hired a hitman to... Kill Pouya. We found his body and the guy responsible. Took care of the sick fuck. He did reveal a gang that was hired by Grimm, called All But 6. We don't have any information on the members, just the connection to Grimm," Scott explained.