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Alex looked between the shattered window and the hole in the bed where the bomb exploded. “How do you figure?”
“Placement. ” Timothy shrugged. “It came in high, dipped, and missed the exact center. He wasn’t as strong as he thought he was. ”
Timothy was fucking scary.
“I think he’s right. ” Tyrell moved into the room as Alex turned to him. “I was checking outside. Found some prints in the yard that were a little off. Ground is still damp where she uses the sprinklers in the evening. Someone dug in deep at one spot, braced, and threw, I suspect. Footprint is small, likely size eight to nine. Zeke is casting it. ”
“Where’s the Mackay girl?” There was the barest edge to Timothy’s voice. Sorrow mixed with concern and the cool disinterest he wanted to portray.
“In the restaurant. ” Alex grimaced. “Chaya showed up, and last I heard Natches was cursing a blue streak. Janey just smiles at him and does what the hell she wants to. ”
Timothy chuckled at that. “She’s a good girl, but she’s got no business here. It’s like a fucking war zone. ” He stared around. “I’m pulling your team back. They’re on training missions at present so it’s not going to affect anything important. I want enough men to cover this. We place them right, pull in a few of our female agents from Louisville, and we should be able to catch him fast. ”
“This is personal, Timothy,” Alex warned him. “The department’s going to slap you over it. ”
“Hell, won’t be the first time. ” Timothy grinned. “And it’s not personal. Attempting to kill one of my boys is serious shit. Department takes it serious. ” Timothy turned, looking around the room again. “Did you find all the cameras?”
“There was one in every room except the kitchen. There’s no overhead vent there,” Alex told him.
Timothy moved beneath the vent, turned, looked at the side of the bed, and tilted his head before moving through the apartment. Alex followed after him.
“Your report said her apartment was broken into with no signs of a breach in her security system?”
“None I could find,” Alex agreed.
“Hmm. Thought you were good at that stuff. ”
“So did I. ” Alex grunted as he followed Timothy through the apartment.
There were two bedrooms, two baths, closets in each room and the bathrooms, and a hall closet for linen and towels that Janey never used because she never had guests stay overnight. Living room, kitchen, pantry closet. Timothy checked it all, then turned and paced back to the hallway, scratching his grizzled cheek.
“What do you see, Timothy?” Alex knew him. He’d worked with Timothy for ten years now; in the past years his team had been under exclusive DHS authority, and Timothy was the primary agent he worked with.
“Doesn’t work out,” Timothy muttered.
“What doesn’t work out?” Alex shifted his shoulder, trying to relieve the ache in it. The nails had gone deep, and Alex had felt the wounds breaking open and bleeding throughout the afternoon.
He moved back to the closet at the end of the hall, slapped the back, and frowned. The wall was solid.
He stepped into Janey’s bedroom, looked around, then went to the guest bedroom, looked around it.
Alex looked but couldn’t see whatever it was Timothy was looking for.
“You think there’s an entrance to the restaurant below?” Alex asked.
Timothy counted steps across the bedroom, along the width of it. He moved back to Janey’s bedroom and into the bathroom. The bathroom was on the other side of the closet.
He was frowning as he moved back to the hall, stared at the closet again. “Four feet difference. ”
“How the hell do you know this shit?” Alex growled. “I don’t see it. ”
Timothy shrugged. “You’re not trained to see it the way I am. You haven’t had to rip out walls and dismantle homes to find them. Question is, where is our door?”
The bedrooms weren’t even. The guest room door was close to the closet, while Janey’s bedroom door was closer to the living room. The bathroom to the guest room had another door from the hall into the bathroom as well as one into the guest bedroom.
Timothy ran his hands over the wall, tapped and knocked, listened. It all sounded solid to Alex. He and Natches both had checked the walls the same way just after the break-in.
“Bathroom,” Timothy spoke more to himself. “It has to be in the bathroom. ”
