Chapter 90 — JULIAN ADAMS (POV)

I stare at the door of Angelee’s apartment, waiting for them to open it. My hands are in my pockets, and I hold my present for tonight in closed fist.

Ever since I heard Tyler’s plan, my mood has been shit. Well, it’s a good plan, so I kept quiet. But of course, that doesn’t mean I like being pushed around like this.

Heavy footsteps sound on the other side, and I let out a harsh breath through a gap between my lips when the door finally opens. Mike doesn’t seem surprised to see me; his phone is pressed to his ear, listening to something on the other end of the line, someone passing on a report or something like that.

With a nod, he invites me in, heading back into the apartment.

I close the door behind me, with my eyes scanning the place, settling on the corridor — at the end of it, where Angelee’s room is.

“Still working, Mike? Don’t you think you need a break?” I say loudly, teasingly, and get a roll of the eyes.

“I wouldn’t have to work that much if you just returned to your Vice P