ZANE
Finding Armando’s was like chasing a ghost. Every time we thought we had him, he disappeared. We had tracked his digital signature to five different places in three days, and each one turned out to be a dead end. He was always ten steps ahead, his locations bouncing like a phantom across cities and countries. It was starting to piss me off.
The place we had rescued Damien from had not even been his real base. It was just a decoy. I hate this.
I was in my office when Matt called.
“I need an explanation,” he started, his voice tight. “Why were you at Armando’s port? That wasn’t part of our agreement and you could have joined me in going there to nab him.”
I guess it’s time to come clean. I leaned back into my chair, staring up at the ceiling. “There’s nothing to explain,” I mutte
