Chapter Twenty-Three
Erik pounded on Malcolm’s door.
He’d waited until the evening and flown over to the tech’s place without bothering to call ahead. It was becoming a bad habit, especially since Malcolm might not be home. Wasting a day off flying around the city hunting the man down rather than calling him wouldn’t be anyone’s idea of smart detective work.
Soon, he wouldn’t be a detective. He wouldn’t be an ID agent either. He would just be a man with a lot of borrowed advanced technology hunting a conspiracy.
Erik smirked. People like to call ID agents ghosts, but who was the real vengeful ghost between him and Alina?
“Come on, Malcolm,” Erik muttered.
It would have been easier to call the tech, but talking about working for Alina demanded a face-to-face meeting. He was there anyw
