“If he’s smart, then he does, but we’ll flush all that out back on base,” Tripp said.
A sleeping bag, a pillow, and a blanket were strewn across the carpeted floor. I ducked into the tiny bathroom and came up empty. Then I returned to the living room. “Nothing in there.”
Tripp pocketed his phone. “Let’s go. Webb texted that Layla’s awake.”
I grinned as my stomach flipped and my balls tightened at the mention of her name.
Tripp cocked an eyebrow. “You really have it bad for her.”
I was about to flip him off when Ben’s voice blared in our ears. “Lieutenant, the target didn’t come out.”
Olivia chimed in. “Nothing here.”
Which meant one of two things. He was hiding in one of the apartments or fleeing down a fire escape.
“Kraft, come in,” I said.
“No sign of him on any of the fire escapes,” Kraft said.
“Check the roof,” Tripp ordered me.
He couldn’t have gone up. I bolted out into the hall and listened.
Boom. Boom. Boom.Someone’s heart was racing faster than a horse running around a racetrack.
“Apartment one,” I muttered.
The other heartbeat we’d heard earlier was slow and steady and in apartment two.
“I have eyes on our target now. He’s climbing out the window, or trying to,” Kraft announced.
I kicked in the door, and at vampire speed, I had him by the throat once again. “Are you an idiot?”
Wyman gagged, clawing at me.
I squeezed his neck. “You’re former CIA. Surely, you know we have the place surrounded.”
“I can help you.” His voice was strained. “I have something you want.”
“I doubt that.” But I loosened my grip, curious to know what he could possibly give us.
He struggled for air. “R-R-Roman.”
“Roman Brown?”
“He’s working with Layla,” he squeaked out.
My old man had said she was hiding something.
I dropped my hand. “How do you know that?”
He bent over, gagging as he rubbed his throat.
“Answer the question.” My tone bordered on a growl.
“He will later,” Tripp said at my back. “We have to move.”
Layla is freaking out about something and asking for you. Doc wants you back ASAP,Tripp said telepathically.