Bab 69: Chapter 69

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Matheson stood blocking the doorway to their apartment. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that said “Don’t make me go all ninja on you,” his hair was disheveled, and his right arm was behind his back.

“Good evening, sir.” He relaxed and stepped aside. “Come in.” The gaze he sent over the kid was thorough for all it was brief, but he didn’t say anything beyond, “Hello.”

“Hi,” the kid said.

I urged him to enter, following close after him. Matheson closed the door.

“Theo? It’s Mr. Vincent,” he called. He studied the box I was carrying. “The computer?”

I nodded.

“I’ll check it out after I put this away.” His Glock was pointed toward the floor, and he removed the clip, tucked it in his belt, and reached for the computer.

The kid gasped and backed away until he’d placed me between him and my agent. I felt my jaw tighten. Matheson met my gaze, his expression flat, and then he walked out of the room.