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“Good.”
That's it.
One word.
But somehow?
Coming from him?
It feels like approval.
Half an hour later, we’re digging through channels and searching for this fuck. Then Kai curses.
“Got something?”
“Nothing useful. Cameras cut out for thirty-eight seconds.”
“Convenient,” Jack mutters.
Ego turns in his chair.
“Somebody knew where to hit.”
Noel nods.
“Professional.”
Silence fills the room.
“More than that. They know the theatre,” Pax murmurs and I freeze.
He’s right.
Then Noel's phone buzzes.
He reads something.
Expression unreadable.
“Interesting.”
I hate that word.
“What is it?”
He looks at me.
“Carter left Los Angeles.”
My blood goes cold.
“When?”
“This morning.”
The room goes silent.
Then, Oliver Pax looks up.
