His phone was ringing up a storm by the time Trey stepped out of the elevator and headed for Lorenzo’s open door. He could already hear the voices inside and knew he would find everyone gathered in there.
His assumption was correct. He walked into Lorenzo’s living room and found the man of the house pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Edward had taken post in front of the opposite wall and was equally wearing the carpet down to its bare threads.
As usual, Trick was with his laptop and was tapping at the keys at a crazy speed.
They were all so preoccupied that they hadn’t even noticed his entrance.
“If his phone is ringing, it means it’s still on. Track the damn thing already!” Edward yelled.
“Let him do his job,” Lorenzo growled as he stood still and gave the room his
