Vance sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, the engine idling softly beneath him. The faint vibration hummed through the frame of the car, steady, almost soothing, but his focus was anything but.
His eyes were locked on Roman's car, parked a building away from Lena's place. Right on schedule. His phone buzzed, and Vance glanced down, read Magnus's message in a second, and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Consider it done, boss.
When he looked up again, Roman was already out of the car, standing at the door. His shoulders were tense, his head turning slightly as if checking his surroundings while he waited.
Vance leaned back into his seat, one hand resting loosely against the steering wheel. "Guess you prefer to learn the hard way," he murmured under his breath.
He picked up his phone and dialed, pressing it to his ear, his gaze never leaving Roman. The line clicked almost immediately.
