Chapter 17 - Wyatt Hayes

Wyatt POV

“Okay, what do you have?” I ask as I sit at the end of the table as all sets of eyes are on me. Travis clears his throat as he presses a button on his laptop and all the lights turn off. The projector turns on and we all look at the white wall behind me that has now a photo of an abandoned building.

“This is where we think Petrov is hiding,” Travis says and I look at Jagger, that has his hands on top of the table with his fingers laced around each other. His eyes glued to the picture while Dash looks at his brother, concerned.

“Chill, Bro,” Dash says as he rests one hand on Jagger’s shoulder, but he shrugs, getting his brother to move his hand from his shoulder. I know this is a sensitive subject for Jagger. Petrov has been getting away with murder and Jagger can’t wait to get his hands on him.

“I have surveillance on the building. There’s been some people in and out, but the facial recognition program is not recognizing their features, so they’re not in the system anywhere.