Crossfire 11

"Did you get it?"

This morning, I visited Paul and Dean's office. After last night, I realized that I still had no information about Alice. None at all.

I didn't have a chance to ask her directly last night, or rather, I don't remember. Like most men, my brain stops working when I'm near a beautiful woman. Plus, I doubt she would answer my question. So, I hoped that Dean would get some information about her.

Dean yawned in his seat, while Paul hadn't arrived yet. It was still 7 in the morning.

"No, the bug isn't harmful," he replied while yawning again. Sometimes, I think Dean lives in the office, and I think my guess is right.

"I need information about the owner, I don't care about the bug," I replied, leaning against the door.

"Well, you know getting it won't be easy, Lancaster," he replied sarcastically. I could clearly see the bags under his eyes.

"Rest, Dean. You need it," I muttered before leaving his office.

I tried to focus all my attention on the Crossfire Tracking Device pro