It doesn't take him long. In fact, it takes him only a few seconds. Ed holds up his phone, showing you photos of a squat brick grocery store. It's covered in bright, glitzy posters and sitting among a cluster of crumbling apartment blocks. Thank Q Very Mart. The directions say it's less than twenty minutes away.
"Could this be it? It's the only place I can find called Thank Q."
"I don't know," you admit. "It could be..."
"No ratings, no reviews," Ed mutters. "Only photos from outside." He zooms in on one of the signs plastered in the shop's window. "Fuck, it's expensive."
"Could be a front," Vicky says.
"Or it could be a predatory businessman preying on a captive market."
"What I'm hearing is there is zero reason not to rip this place apart," Marco growls. "Turn this car around. Let's get him!"
"We need to get Sergi and Gideon Mercer to Nikolas' place," Vicky says. "They'll be safe there."
"No," you protest. "I want to come. I want to kill this fucker."
Her gaze flicks to you for a moment. She doesn't argue or try to convince you otherwise. She nods.
"Let's go get our kids back."
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