Nick rested his palms on either side of the map spread over the table and leaned heavily against the smooth wood. He drew in a few deep breaths and let them out again.
When Jah’lar walked into the room, Nick pulled his hand to the base of his neck, massaged his throat a few times before dropping his hand back to the table when his ability to breathe properly didn’t change.
Jah’lar spared him a glance but otherwise ignored him. Tugging a few times on the sleeves of his off-white suit jacket before straightening the coat, he came to a stop on the opposite side of the table from Nick. He folded his hands in front of himself, and leveled a calm gaze on Adam, who sat quietly in a chair beside Nick.
Every morning for the last two weeks, it had been the same routine. The night before, Adam was
