Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 18

The speed of light travels approximately six hundred and seventy one million miles per hour. It takes the average Toyota sedan fifty miles per hour without alerting cops AND an average brain thirteen milliseconds to see an image. In that time I have memorized the entire room with every detail in it.

My brother, Jace has been gone for thirty three hours. My siblings and father are still thinking small thoughts.

I already know what happened, he was kidnapped. By who, for what or why are things I don't need to know just yet. Right now I just need to find him.

After, I will worry about the latter and destroy whoever it is. Nobody harms my family and still walks away.

I have always been different from my family, but I am not Kevin. I feel emotion, more than other people do. Understanding the concept of it and where feelings come from is something I knew as early as five. But I can also choose to not let my emotions overcloud my judgment, over shadow my focus.

I am worried sick about my brother, he is young and I know someone took him. And once that thought made logical sense, I have been searching.

“I narrowed the possible locations to thirty one places, that is including if they had time to get to an aircraft. Now I'm canceling out the negatives and keeping everything with a forty eight point two percent probability.” I say this as my fingers dance across my keyboards. The one on my lap is an extra I keep in my Jet in case one of the other two fail.

My eyes remain concentrated to the seventy two inch projector screen, also something I keep in case I need to work.

The lounge area I am currently sitting in at my dad’s house is not my ideal conditions, but with time running out and my brother missing this was made adequate for getting the task completed.

“Any word from Kevin?”

I look up at my stepmother for a second out of respect as I ask the question.

Her physical form is breathtakingly beautiful and though she has hardened with years she is a kind woman. Not an insensitive bitch like my mother.

My older brother David has always begrudged Hunter for something that happened years before she married my father.

“Let's pretend for a second that you CAN take a message properly and try that again,” I suggest as my eyes and fingers remain occupied.

He ignores my suggestion, instead of crowding my space,

“While they waiting, give me a few of the locations to check out.”

“I'm coming with you, we will take the Rover,” I insist, while my eyes and fingers remain on my laptops.

“Then let's move, I DON'T like this Michael, the pentagon has been having shitty threats recently. The device Diamond's building seems to be turning heads, I don't like this one bit.”

I should reply to that statement, but I don't. Diamond is one of us, she is family, I see her as an adopted daughter of sorts, maybe I will adopt her one day.