JAKE
I rubbed my tired eyes, the sting of yesterday's late-night stakeout lingering. The lights cast a sterile glow on the stacks of files littering my desk. My eyes were heavy, but the fatigue was quickly overshadowed by a feeling of excitement as I typed out a message to Xyra.
"Plan in progress," I sent, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Looks like our lucky day. Diane's dad just waltzed out, office wide open."
A grin stretched across my face as I hit send. This could be the break we'd been waiting for. We'd been tailing Diane's father for weeks. Our suspicion had been growing with each passing day. Now, with his office unguarded, it was like he was handing us an invitation on a silver platter.
My phone buzzed with Xyra's reply almost instantly. "On my way! ETA 10."
Ten minutes f
