(Noah)
The last report had barely settled when Dante's phone rang again. He looked at the screen, then at me, and whatever he saw there erased the last trace of boredom from his face. He answered, listened for three seconds, then held the phone out before the caller finished speaking. "Dex."
I took it and put it to my ear. "Talk." Wind pushed through the line before his voice steadied again. He was already moving while he spoke, which told me this wasn't routine. When Dex sounded focused, it usually meant something worth hearing.
"Reyes is moving," he said.
"Not alone this time. Black SUV pulled up outside his place. He got in the back. Two men already inside."
"What direction?"
"South. Fast."
I looked at the board while he spoke because south only meant two things now.
"Stay on th
