Roman
“C ome on, Mikey, get off your ass.”
Michael doesn’t so much as glance at me, his attention fixed on the tablet in his hand. I place the pool cue down and walk over to the beanbag where he’s currently sprawled. My eyes narrow onto the contents displayed on the screen.
“What are you even doing?”
“I hacked into the surveillance cameras in front of the Russos’ hideout,” he murmurs.
My eyes meet his brown ones. “You did what?”
He shrugs. “I was bored and curious. They’re being too quiet. Something’s going on.”
Tony abandons the darts he was throwing, walking over to us. “Have you found anything?” he asks curiously.
“Nope. No one’s walked in or out. The building’s practically a ghost town.”
“That’s…” Tony trails off.
My mind whirs as I try to think of what could be going on. Fir
