Jimmy strode through Griffin Walker’s condo and stared at the expensive furnishings. The place was immaculate and made him feel completely out of place. Not that he preferred the mess his brothers left all over their house. Middle ground would be good. This place looked like a model home where no one actually lived.
At least the TV was kick a*s. He had nothing to do but sit on his a*s and wait. Of course, no one knew exactly what they were waiting for. He itched to get back to work, but Kittner didn’t want to take a chance on Jimmy’s cover being blown.
When his phone rang, he was glad for the distraction and he didn’t care who it was, but seeing Moira’s name on the screen made him smile. She must’ve cooled off. He wondered why Gabby hadn’t called again. Unease still clawed at him because
