Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Miles

Saturday. Club Ibiza. London, United Kingdom.

MILES TWISTED, TRYING TO watch the cameras and out the windows at the same damn time.

It was all falling apart and he was stuck in this damn van.

"What the hell is happening?" he demanded into the radio.

"We have a suspect heading out the back," one of the agents said.

Valentino was fleeing.

Miles still wasn't sure what the hell had happened in there, but he wasn't going to let the hacker get away.

He pushed the van door open.

"Miles!" Diha called out, but he ignored her.

This could be over if they caught Valentino now. Diha hadn't been wrong yet. He knew that suspect was their guy. It had to be.

He tore toward the building as a man clothed in jeans and a puffy navy coat sprinted from the alley. His face was partially covered by the shirt he had pulled up over his nose.

Only someone with something to hide did that.

"Freeze," Miles bellowed.

The man's gaze went straight to him and a gun came up.