Lorenzo’s POV“You’re not actually going to meet him.” Jovan’s voice was low, urgent, his hand tightening around mine as we walked fast toward the car. “Lorenzo, if he’s the one who’s been feeding information, walking up to him and saying ‘on our way’ is basically handing him a countdown to disappear.”“That’s exactly what I want him to think he has.” I unlocked the car, glancing back once toward the motel, where sirens were starting to bleed red and blue against the dark. “A man who thinks he’s still hidden makes mistakes a man who thinks he’s caught never would. I need him comfortable long enough to slip.”“And if he’s not alone when we get there?”“Then we’re not alone either.” I looked at Dante’s name still glowing on my screen. “Dante — location on Marcus’s phone, now, quiet. Don’t let him know we’re pulling it.”“On it,” Dante said, already breathing easier than he had a minute ago, already back to being the steadiest thing in my night. “Give me two minutes.”Jovan slid into the
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