Chapter 63 Sixty-three

• CARTER
• I take another step back just as Spencer comes out of the flat, eyes bouncing between me and the man standing in front of me in surprise. He says nothing, choosing to take a stance beside me, eyes roving over the man as he seems to take his measure. The man, too, observes us with the same suspicious look. When his eyes trail over our shoulders to the cars parked along the road with the men standing outside them, he takes a large step back into his apartment.
• “Look, we just wanna talk,” I say as gently as I can.