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Two days and every leaf they turned came up short. It was like there was nothing to be found. The information they did have wasn't enough to draw any conclusions as to where Cecilio was, therefore it was useless.

Tristan had spent most of his time at the hospital with Taylor, trying to convince his parents that she'd only fell and hit her head which resulted in her head injury. They weren't big fans of that statement, and neither was Willow but they didn't have anything else to believe in.

Taylor was doing better, but she still hadn't woken up. Doctors assured the family that there was nothing for them to worry about and that Taylor would wake up soon enough. She just needed time to heal.

Nick had been with his tech buddy for the past two days, looking over bank statements and transactions. He'd found the hotels that Vito and Cecilio frequented and other places they spent most of their time at while they were in town.

There were clubs and a few small-time businesses that they visited too many times for them not to be involved with them in some way. There was a connection that they had yet to find, but they were going to find one.

Brandon and Austin had been busy watching the club they'd killed Vito in. It was the main club he used for business, and Cecilio was most likely doing the same. In two days none of Todd's men had been to the club. Not even a bodyguard or a lower ranked member.

It was like the entire Italian mob had disappeared off the map. It was almost like they never existed or something. Nobody was moving, no transactions were being made, nothing. It was all radio silence.

That couldn't be a good thing. Not for them. They needed someone to make a move, a sound, something! One slip up and they would have everything they needed. All it took was one weak link to show itself and they would burn down the empire.

Kate was the only one to find something that put some pieces together. She'd managed to slip away from her family once more and investigate what took place at the beach house. She put some pieces together rather quickly, pieces that boys had missed.

For one, there were exactly three people that were in the house, besides Kalani and Taylor. Men, one with size 15 shoes and two with size 13. That was apparent on entry, but upon exit the same couldn't be said. The size 15 wasn't following them out the back door.

Another thing she noticed was the food that was still sitting on the table in the living room. There was something off about it. She could assume that they'd been drugged through their food or something close to that. Kate was sure that Kalani wouldn't go down without a fight, not after her previous situation.

Then there was the door. The damage done to it seemed fake almost. Like someone got in and forced it open again to make it seem like they'd broken in.

There was no way those men got in the house without the aid of something or someone. How would they even know where to find her? This was something that had to have been planned in more than a day. This was strategic, dirty and cut throat. The job of someone with power and money.

She'd had dealing with Cecilio in the past, so she knew he was too dumb to come up with such a plan all on his own. There was another player in the game. Someone who knew a little too much.

The group had to meet at some point to discuss what everyone had found. Since there was no need to worry about Kalani, they met at the men's house. The basement was as good a place as any, and hopefully there was enough information to form some kind of idea of where they should be looking.

"It wasn't a freak accident, this was planned. Thoroughly. I marked three men walking in, but only two walking out. I'm not sure if that's completely correct but there were drag scuffs on the floor, two different patterns. One belonging to Kalani and the other has to be the third mystery man." Kate started after the silence became too much for her. After years of doing the things she had to do to survive, she hated endless silence.