Her FBI agent ignored her and continued pacing in front of her fireplace, staring at his cell phone, willing it to ring. “The guys lost him, it sucks, I agree, but if either of us is going to be any use by eight a.m., a few hours of shut-eye are in order. We’ll find the bastard.” “Berto said he would make some calls,” Cole barked. “Like you gave him a choice.” Andi tried not to let her tone sound dry. She swallowed back a huge yawn and glanced at the clock on her cable box. It was almost four in the morning. “He’ll come through for us.” He ignored her, muttering something about crappy contacts and staring at the screen of his cell. He was probably thumbing through the address book on the device. Cole wouldn’t listen to reason and Andi was too tired to argue. After returning Bella to Natalie and the tearful reunion that had followed, Andi had kissed Ethan as he slept in the toddler bed Natalie kept for him. She’d opted to leave her son at her friend’s place.
