Chapter 87

I knocked on the doorframe, signaling my entrance as I walked into the main office of our private warehouse. It was pitch dark with not a single light on in the room. Only the bright glow of several monitors kept the room lit

Reegan looked up from his computer with his usual sunken eye bags and tiredly asked, "Did you bring the goods?"

I rolled my eyes at his poor attempt at a joke and placed the bag of his favorite take-out meal on the desk next to him.

A large grin spread across his face as he eagerly tore into the bag, fishing out his usual order of extra spicy ramen with a cup of quadruple-shot espresso coffee.

I leaned over his head, taking no mind of his messy habits as I glanced at his work. There was a jumble of numbers spread across the screen, with one of the panels seemingly tracking an IP address bouncing between several towers across the globe.

I hummed softly in thought for a moment before noting, "I'm guessing you're having trouble pinning down the owner of the phon