“Sir,” one of the men held up my keys, and I took them.

My mind was an endless sea of turning thoughts. I was so distracted I hadn’t noticed getting behind the wheel. Or even driving. I had no idea where I was going, but my mind was blank as buildings flew by. Before I knew it, I was pulling to a stop. I blinked and groaned at the sight of Tex’s apartment.

Why the hell am I here?

I knew he wasn’t there. I had a man on the place the entire time. I spotted him as he walked around the building and went inside. My stomach twisted, and my grip on the steering wheel tightened. Deep down, I knew I needed to let him go. This was Brycen all over again. Maybe my hands were too bloody to hold onto someone.

No, Tex is mine.

He could keep hiding, but eventually I was going to find Tex Caster. My phone rang, drawing my attention away from the building.

“Sir, there is something you might want to see.”

“Send me the location. I’ll be there shortly.”

The message came through. I gave Tex’s building one last cursory glance before pulling off and hitting the highway.

Ramada’s place was in a well-off neighborhood. One too nice for a meager cop salary. He’d been single. The moment I stepped into his place, I could see why.

This place is disgusting. I avoided stepping on anything that would stick to my shoes.

“What did you find?” I asked.

I slipped gloves on, realizing I had neglected to clean as well as I should after killing the last guy. My skin crawled with the knowledge, but I forced the need to go clean up down. Instead, I followed behind one of my men to the computer.

Sitting down, I clicked on the mouse, and the screen lit up. He was right. I did want to see this. There were a few hidden files, some even password protected. If it was worth hiding, it was worth looking into.

“Has anyone come over here to check on him yet?” I asked.

Blake came around the corner and shook his head. “No, sir. He has no family, and he is only a few weeks behind on bills.”

I nodded. “Leave nothing important behind.”

Blake went off to handle it with the others, and I focused on what I needed to do. Computers were far simpler than humans. They didn’t have complicated emotions or dreams that got in the way of them working.

The computer was slow, and I resisted the urge to move things around. It dinged as the software I’d installed on it was done. It combed through all the files available. My men were trashing the place even more, looking for who knew what.

If only it was so simple with a sign over it stating right here is what you need to figure out who was trying to take your family down. The computer chimed, and I went over the hidden files.