CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After checking the time, Jake felt a wave of concern hit him. Nick had been gone for a while and should’ve returned by then. The pizza place was only three blocks away. Normally, he wouldn’t be worried, but with Wagner’s goons out there, he wasn’t taking any chances. Dialing Nick’s cell, Jake mentally cursed when it went to voicemail. “Hey, Junior, hope you’re on your way back. I’m starving.”
Disconnecting the call, he texted Ian with a quick update on the Alyssa situation. Brody wouldn’t have any information for him until tomorrow, and all was well up at the safe house. Well, except Tiny was down thirty dollars, and Henderson was down twenty—the teenager was kicking their asses in poker.
Glancing again at the clock on his cable box, his apprehension grew. Shoving his ph
