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Liam backed off slightly. The asshole sounded like he was telling the truth.
He looked up at Callum, who was also frowning. But his attention wasn’t on the man. Liam followed his friend’s gaze to the small accessory dwelling in the backyard.
“Liam, get the hell off him,” Carlson yelled, stopping beside them and grabbing Liam’s arm.
“Who lives in that unit?” Liam asked, once more ignoring Carlson.
“Fuck.You.”
Liam lowered his voice to a deadly growl. “Unless you want to be tried for attempted murder, answer the goddamn question.”
“Liam, get off before I arrest you,” Carlson warned.
The guy under him was silent for a beat, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. Liam could almost hear him turning his options over in his head. “My brother Miles. He lives there. Buthewouldn’t have done that either.”
Liam’s muscles strained. “Did he take your car last night?”
Now the guy frowned. “Yes. He still has it. Hasn’t returned it.”
Fuck.“Where is he?”
The guy tried to throw him off. Liam didn’t give him an inch. “I don’t know! I don’t watch his every goddamn move!”
Liam climbed off, and another officer immediately grabbed Wald, pulling him up while reading him his rights.
Carlson stepped closer to Liam. “You’re on thin damn ice, Shore. Another stunt like that and I cuff you.”
“It wasn’t him.” Liam’s gaze went to the other house. “It was his brother.”
Carlson looked to the tiny house. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” The man hadn’t been lying. Liam would have heard it.
“Shit.” Carlson turned to Wald, who was now on his feet and in cuffs. “Can we enter the unit?”
Anger flickered through the guy’s eyes, and Liam was sure he’d say no. But then he nodded. “If it’s gonna get me out of these fucking cuffs.”
Liam moved over to the small building and tried the handle. When it wouldn’t turn easily, he forced it open, breaking the lock. Then he stepped inside. With the curtains closed, the place was dark. There was a bed, a small kitchenette, and a desk with a computer, all in the same room, as well as a small bathroom through the only other door.
Liam crossed the space to the computer, his gaze stopping on the photos above the desk. The setup was identical to the last office they’d inspected in Murphy Reynolds’s home. Photos of his team and the Marble Protection guys plastered all over the wall. But there was also another photo.
Every muscle in his body tightened at the sight of Nylah. She was walking down a street close to The Grind, totally unaware someone was watching her. And beside the photo was a scribbled note.
Without asking for permission, Callum slipped into the chair and started tapping at the keys of the laptop.
Carlson stepped forward. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Thomas?”
“Seeing if I can find out what the fuck is going on.”
“Get up!”
When Callum ignored him and just kept typing, Carlson started toward him, but Liam cut him off.
“Like we said, we have permission from the FBI to be here.”
“I don’t care. Get out of my way before I arrest you both.”
Liam opened his mouth to tell the guy to fuck off, when Callum cursed. He spun back toward the computer and skimmed the chain of emails on the screen. The last communication included Nylah’s address, along with a date and time.
