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Liam shook his head. “Of course not. But did he cooperate?”
Tyler, Callum, Aidan, and Flynn sat with him at the conference room table. He was making sure to listen for other sounds in the office as well, safety for Nylah at the forefront of his mind.
Steve ran a hand through his hair, dark shadows under his eyes. “He did. Once he got over the fact he was a suspect in the shooting, he answered all questions and gave us full access to his laptop and home.”
Liam frowned. Did he do that because he had nothing to hide? Or because he was smart enough not to have any connection to the group in his home or office?
Steve cleared his throat. “He also allowed my guys to do a body search…he didn’t have the tattoo.”
Liam fisted his hands, wanting to ram them into a damn wall. He’d wanted evidence. Something to link him with this group.
“Just because he doesn’t have a tattoo and there’s no evidence in his house, doesn’t mean he’s not involved,” Liam said through gritted teeth, although everyone in the room was smart enough to know that already.
Steve ran a hand through his hair. “We’re not dismissing him entirely. He’s still our best suspect, we just have nothing to hold him.”
“It’s frustrating as hell,” Aidan bitched, saying what every man was thinking.
“We’ll get there,” Steve pressed. “We’re still searching for Burger. And the tech team here is working overtime to infiltrate this organization. Trying to get an invite into this little community of theirs.”
Liam’s muscles tightened. At this point, the FBI had achieved nothing, and he had given up relying on them. That was why Callum was currently doing the same thing in secret. His friend had created a fake profile that was so solid, no one would know it wasn’t a real person. Now he was scouring the web, looking for any Project Arma hate groups.
“No information has come up on why Nylah’s being targeted?” Steve asked.
Liam opened his mouth to respond, but his phone vibrated with a text.
Nylah: We just finished. We’ll wait for you in the office.
Good timing. “Sorry, Steve, that’s her.”
Liam: Come in. We’re just wrapping up. You can show us the sketch.
“I assume she’s at your house, Liam?” Steve asked.
At the sound of footsteps in the hall, Liam leaned forward. “Actually, she’s not. Steve, before you go, Emerson’s done a sketch of the guy Nylah saw at the function center.”
Steve’s brows rose. “She has?”
“Yes. And we’d like you to run it through your system and see if you can identify him.”
Liam rose to his feet and moved to the door. He opened it to find Nylah on the other side, her smile so sweet, it made the tight muscles in his body soften.
Emerson stood behind Nylah, sketch pad in hand with the image facing away from him.
He stepped back, giving them room to step inside.
Nylah smiled up at the screen. “Hi, I’m Nylah.”
The agent dipped his head. “Steve.”
Emerson stepped in after her.
“How’d it go?” Tyler asked before Liam could.
“Good,” Emerson said with a nod. “I think we’ve got a good idea of what he looks like.”
Nylah nodded too. “At least, as close as we’re going to get.”
Emerson turned the sketch pad and showed the team first, then Liam, and finally Steve. Liam nodded, not recognizing the guy at all.
