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“Fuck, we did it.” I breathed out a sigh of relief, already unbuttoning the top of the uniform.
“How’s it going, D?” Skye asked. “Do you have sound and visuals?”
“Confirmed. Even if he uses a scanner, these will be untraceable. I also started facial recognition on the kid. I’ll let you know if I get a hit.”
“Great job, everyone,” Luca chimed in. “Tell Korhonen we said thank you and that we owe him one.”
“Will do, boss.”
“There was no sign of Matthew,” I added, frowning. “I didn’t get to do as much exploring as I’d like, but there was no sign of a teenager living there, though I didn’t get in the bedrooms.” I was still a little salty about that. I felt like I could’ve made it, but I understood why they didn’t want me to take a chance.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” Skye squeezed my knee. “Now that we have eyes and ears in that place, it’s only a matter of time.”
I could only hope he was right.
CHAPTER 29
DIEGO
I checkedeach of the cameras that Skye and Brooks had planted for the sixth time. They were all still active. Apparently, Damian Larsen was boring as fuck. It had only been a few hours, so I had to be patient, but other than a fairly lengthy conversation with the kid who still wasn’t identified on what they were eating for dinner, in English which I thought was interesting, Damian hadn’t said or done anything that either confirmed where Matthew was or proved Damian was doing something shady.
“I’m starting to think that Covington sent us in circles,” I muttered to Wes, who was working on his own laptop at the other desk in the room.
He stopped whatever he was doing to look at me, and for a second I just stopped. He had reading glasses on, and they made him look . . . good. That attraction I always kind of felt around him smacked me right in the face.
He took them off with an odd expression on his face, and I remembered how to human again. Fuck, was this how Brooks always felt when he liked someone? It was exhausting. No wonder he couldn’t shut his brain off.
“Give it some time. They’ve only had the bugs planted for a short while, and the boys said themselves that he seemed a little suspicious. If he’s as trained as we think he might be, it would make sense he’s going to be extra careful, at least for a day or two.”
I slumped in my chair, frustrated but also understanding that Wes was likely right. I usually wasn’t this impatient, but I didn’t like being the one at a disadvantage, and I was when it came to Larsen. Also, I just really missed Brooks and wanted him home.
My mind went to the first night I’d tried to sleep alone when Brooks had left. Tried being the operative word. I’d eventually given in and taken my pills, but I’d still been up after a few hours, thrashing from nightmares.
Wes must’ve heard me and had picked the fucking locks on my bedroom door because suddenly, he’d been next to me, trying to wake me up.
“Diego, angel, I need you to wake up now. It’s Wes. You’re safe. You’re at Luca’s estate in your bed. That’s it, angel. You’re okay. Open those eyes for me.”
My eyes shot open, my limbs flailing, parts of the nightmare still flashing across my vision.
“Shhh, you’re safe, Diego. Can you take some deep breaths for me?”
My head shot to the left to see Wes standing along the side of the bed. Close but not close enough to touch me. He was using his phone to light his way, and with it held up to his face, it illuminated those blue eyes and locked me in place.
“Wes?” My voice sounded so shaky. I hated it. I cleared my throat, and suddenly the bottle of water I always brought to bed was in front of my face.
I looked away, embarrassed, but took it. “Thanks.”
Wes on the other hand, seemed unphased, even though he must’ve broken in.
“I’m sorry for barging in like this, but you were screaming and I needed to make sure you were okay.”
I was glad it was still mostly dark, so hopefully he wasn’t able to see how red my face got. Fuck, why was I such a mess?
“It’s okay. I’m fine now. You can go.”
Wes met my eyes, still using his phone to keep us in the light. “Is that what you really want?”
I should’ve said yes. I wanted to say yes. Instead, I shook my head. “Please don’t go.” Fuck. I sounded so pathetic.
