So Distracted

Jordan's POV

I got up early to check on Chef's progress in finding his tracker. The man is awesome, but why didn't he tell us about the whole drug and chemical weapons trade. I didn't even know dad pulled that shit. Well, I will need to address that another time. Right now I need to make sure he is looking for his tracker. 

When I get downstairs, I notice his bedroom light is on. He waves me in when he sees me. "Okay, I didn't find it, but I did find the thing meant to track it." I wave my hand motioning for him to keep talking. "So, I found it, but I can't go get it..."

He shows me a map on a computer, but like an old one from my dad's day as head of the mafia. I watch the flashing dot on the screen and shrug. "Where's that?"

"Uhh, it's at the center of the other mafia's compound."

I just look at it and sigh. "So, you're telling me that part of their break in was to get your old drug recipies? And even worse, you're saying they succeeded?" I