*Theo*
The air almost crackles with intensity as I watch the two guys type furiously, their energy igniting the room. I can feel Ryder’s anticipation beside me, his muscles coiled tight with tension, as he fiddles, clearly fighting not to pace. We’re so close to finally getting a lead on Viktor Dragovich, and I’m practically vibrating with excitement. The stakes have never been higher, and I know Ryder feels it too.
“Okay, okay,” the first guy says, his eyes darting back and forth between screens. “We’ve got his address. But just so you know, he sent the last message from there two days ago. We can’t be sure if he’s still there.”
“Every second counts then,” Ryder replies, his voice low but steady. I can see the fire in his gaze, a mixture of determination and urgency that makes me proud
