“I’m in.” Derek dropped down on the edge of the bed, looking at Brad.
They were at Derek’s apartment. Brad had gotten there before Derek arrived and did a thorough sweep of the room to be certain the place wasn’t bugged or being watched. He also checked Derek, with a detector that was much more sophisticated than the one Jack had used. Enough so that it found the tracker in Derek’s shoe. “You’re clean, and it’s safe to talk,” he said when he finished, pointing to an acoustic noise generator that only injected noise around the perimeter of the room, allowing them to talk normally while it blocked any chance of their being overheard by a sonic listening device outside the building.
“You’re sure they don’t suspect anything?” Brad asked. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall be
