Saturday — 3:21 p.m.
Edge's POV
“They have my daughter.”
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Hollow sat across from me, gripping the arms of his chair.
Blaze moved first.
“What the f**k did you just say?”
“My daughter. They took her.”
I leaned forward.
“Who?”
“I don't know their real names.”
“Then start with what you do know.”
Hollow wiped his face.
“Her name's Lily. She's seven.”
“Who took her?” I repeated.
“A man calling himself Victor. He said if I wanted her back, I'd do exactly what he told me.”
“How long?”
“Five months.”
Blaze's expression darkened.
“You've been prospecting four.”
Hollow nodded.
“They told me to join your club.”
The room went silent.
“You came here specifically to spy on us?” I asked.
“Yes, Prez.”
Blaze grabbed Hollow by his shirt and hauled h
