The fear and irritation in Antonio's voice was masked by forced calm.Jace McKay crossed his legs at the ankle and stretched. “Why bother? You know everything that goes on in this city. You have what I need.”“Comfortable?”“Well enough.”Antonio closed his office door and turned around to glare at Jace. “This is the second time in two days that someone has just waltzed in here unchallenged.”“Sounds like you could use some new guys.”“Someone else recently told me the same thing.”Jace shook his head. He was through with the small talk. “What do you know, Herrera?”“Your brother is safe.”“By whose standards?”Antonio appeared to consider this. “Mine.”“Not good enough. I want to know where he is.”“Call this number.” Antonio held out a slip of paper.Jace snatched the info and stood up. Antonio Herrera wasn’t small, but Jace towered over him at six foot four. Grudgingly, he admired the fact that Herrera didn’t back away. It also told him the other man didn’t believe he’d done anything Jace could hold him accountable for.
