Chapter 160
- Brayden sat in the dimly lit room, his fingers drumming against the wooden table as he reviewed the details they had gathered from the license plate.
- The night had been frustrating enough, but at least now they had something tangible to work with. A name. An address. A lead.
- Ryder leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied Brayden’s expression. “We’re not waiting, are we?”