(Noah)
Harrell's car was still in the lot when we pulled up.
That meant he hadn't run. Either he didn't know we were coming or he'd decided running wasn't worth the effort. Both were possible. Neither changed what was about to happen.
Dante and Kane took the building entrance. I went up with Lewis and Carter covering the stairwell. Roan stayed at the lot exit in case Harrell changed his mind about running once he heard us in the hallway.
The building was quiet. Third floor. Apartment 304.
I knocked.
Nothing for a moment. Then the sound of movement inside, like a man deciding whether answering the door was better than not answering it.
The door opened.
Harrell was older than the photographs Cam had pulled. Mid fifties, grey at the temples, the kind of face that had seen too much and
