(Noah)
One hour and forty minutes left.
I hated waiting.
Not because I didn’t know how to do it. Waiting was part of the life. You waited outside doors. You waited for calls. You waited for men to make mistakes they thought they were too smart to make. This was different because Reese was inside that building, and distance didn’t mean anything when Vega had already proved he could watch from wherever he wanted.
Roan drove past the entrance again, slow enough to check the street but not slow enough to draw attention. Kane was inside by the elevator. Dex had a car two blocks over. Every point was covered, but I still didn’t like it.
My phone vibrated.
Dex.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Gray sedan just passed twice,” he said. “Same driver. Same passenger.”
“Plate?”
“Sending it now.”
My phon
