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Zane knew they allit yet

The slow rapping on the door interrupted hiuard In theory, he should be fine; if someone was there to kill hiun up frohtly behind him as he walked to the door and checked the peephole

Ty stood in the distorted little circle of Zane’s vieith his head tilted back and his eyes closed, swaying slightly on his feet as he waited Zane pulled his head back and blinked, then reun into his waistband at the small of his back

“I’

Zane tilted his head and pulled the door open further, amused by how out-of-it Ty looked “You sure about that?”

“No,” Ty grumbled “I didn’t sleep for shit You?”

“Not really Too

You coot coffee”

“I don’t drink coffee,” Ty grunted as he remained in the hallway

“Any epiphanies?”

“Other than thinking this guy enius? No” Zane shook his head “Give ether”

He turned and walked back into the roorab his wallet and push it into the back pocket of his jeans They weren’t going with the usual suits and ties for this job in order to further the inept façade, so he wore just a thin cotton Henley and jeans It brought back nments before he’d been dumped in Cyber He noticed with so the denie T-shirt that read, “You Can’t See Me and I’ht in Front of You” in sreen canvas jacket he had passed over the night before Zane wondered if he coordinated his outfits to look like a slob or if he just really was one

“I think until we figure out what the hell the connection is, we need to concentrate on the agents,” Ty was saying as he stepped into the room and let the door fall shut He looked around at Zane’s piles of files with a sleepy frown and ran his hand through his short hair

Zane lifted his shoulder holster from the bed and shook it out “At least with the to the notes, the tea …” His words trailed off as his eyes unfocused in thought

“Huh?” Ty asked flatly, still too tired to be confused yet

Zane just stood there for another long moment, then raised a hand toat the paperwork, trying to nudge what caught his attention Then his eyes fell upon the timelines he had tacked up next to the photos

“Backtracking The tea out where the victiht That day Even the day before,” Zane mumbled Then he turned sharply on his heel and looked down at a particular stack of papers

“You think he’s nabbing the or struggle,” Ty pointed out doubtfully

Zane’s brow furrowed, and he pulled the straps of the holster through his fingers idly as he ski the them when they’re detached from attention”

“Makes sense,” Ty nodded as he watched Zane with one eyebrow cocked “You’re not, like … going into a trance, are you?” he asked dubiously as he observed the distant look in Zane’s eyes