JJ
Nixx made a sound suggesting he did not appreciate being told what to do.
Benny stood on the other side of my reception counter, watching me carefully. The still image of Razor remained open on his screen.
I hated that face. I hated that he had been close enough to stand across the street from my shop and study the windows like he was memorizing them. Mostly, I hated how deliberate it felt.
“Nixx,” I said before he could hang up. “If he looked straight at the camera, he knew you’d see him.”
“I know.”
“And if he knows anything about you, he knows you chase.”
“I’m a tracker, JJ.”
“Exactly.”
I could practically hear his teeth grinding.
Benny mouthed, He’s mad.
I mouthed back, I know.
Nixx finally said, “Jarek has two guys checking the surrounding streets from a distance.”
“Goo
