CHAPTER 23

“Roman Lacroix,” Adam Coleman said as he leaned on his chair.

His legs were placed on the desk as he laid back and had a yo-yo in his hand which he used for amusement and company. Besides him Eric was leaning back on his chair lost in thought. Eric was still thinking of how they had fumbled Roman. They had him in their grasp but he had managed to escape. Eric didn’t know he was Ana slippery as an eel. There was something they could do about it. But what?

They couldn’t find anything on Roman all day long, and they were both exhausted. Adam knew how to take the pressure off his shoulders with the help of his yo-yo. Eric on the other hand was drowned in despair and disappointment. He couldn’t let go of how bad their mission had gone. Eric had been confident that they were on Roman’s tail just after the traffic on the main street. Roman must have known that he was pursuing them. And so he had used the truck as a distraction to distance himself from them. Another advantage he had over the