“Where is it?” I peer at the screen, hoping it isn’t at Max’s penthouse or the cabin. “Cedar Rapids,” Dante says with a frown. “What the fuck?” Lorenzo looks at our brother. Dante closes the laptop. “Let’s go get our boy.” The two of them immediately slip into tactical mode, like generals of an army, discussing grenades and weapons. “I want to come too,” I say, interrupting their battle planning. “No,” they reply in unison.
