(Noah)
The call was Dante.
I stepped into the hallway and pulled the door behind me.
Kane looked at me once before looking away.
"Talk," I said.
"Cam got a hit on the maintenance jacket," Dante said. "Company doesn't exist. Address on the logo traces back to an empty lot on the south side."
"Vega's side."
"Yeah."
I looked toward the far end of the hallway. The compound was quieter now. Men in position. Waiting. That was the right sound for tonight.
"The man wearing it," I said. "Cam get a face?"
"Partial. Enough to run."
"Run it now."
"Already did," Dante said. "No match in our records. But Roan recognized him."
That got my attention.
"From where?"
"The bar meeting two months ago. He was sitting three tables back from Reyes."
So he wasn't new.
He'd been in rooms with Reyes
