Nothing. That’s what Trick had, nothing. Lorenzo raked his agitated fingers through his hair and fought the urge to scream at the man.
His friend was a genius with any electronic device he could program. Frankly speaking, Trick had never disappointed them anytime they needed him to find someone or dig up some information. Until now.
Maybe he wasn’t being fair, Lorenzo thought as he stormed out of the library. Trick had barely had any sleep in days. The man was as wound up as the rest of them. Tension vibrated in every cell of his body; Lorenzo felt it every time he was in the room with him. Trick knew that the longer it took to find Trey, the higher the likelihood that they would be finding a body to bury instead of their friend.
His feet froze in the hallway. Lorenzo closed his eyes an
