John's POV
"What are we missing here?" I looked at our wall of notes and pictures, all of it looking like one blur of numbers and letters. After hitting multiple dead ends, I returned to my apartment in Washington DC to regroup, offering a spare room to the brothers.
Aiden has been at work pulling my phone records. All the numbers that came from Mr. Z were created through texting apps and practically untraceable. He tried tracing the other hitmen numbers hoping Mr. Z slipped up and used a traceable phone, but to no avail. The man is virtually a ghost.
"He had to have had other hitmen, possibly supernaturals if he was having humans run surveillance." Anthony said, studying some paperwork.
"We need to see if Edward can pull information off of the apps Mr. Z used." Aiden made the call wh
