Tristan sighed as he looked away, nodding his head slowly. "Theo." He called suggestively without glancing at him.
"On it." Theo responded, already on the other side of the table, his hands flying across his keyboard with mad speed as he dug into the guy's life. Turning over every pebble on his path.
"Troy, send one of the shadows to tail him, and if possible, get some biometrics. If they can't, they should get a strand of his hair. If he's still in the pack, that is." Tristan instructed, murmuring the last part.
Troy immediately whipped out his phone, dialing Cole as he paced about a side of the room, the sound of his heart beat echoing loudly in his ears, as it rang.
"There isn't much about him on the face of the earth. Even his background seems fake." Theo informed, his eyebrow furrowed, his gaze unmoving from the screen.
"Details, Theodore," Tristan said, his tone indicating he wasn't enjoying the suspense.
