{ADAM}

"Tell me this is a fucking joke, Wendell. This can’t be our man." I jab my finger at the screen of Wendell's tab.

"It says Leonardo Baileys here. What I gave you was Leonard Barns."

I keep looking at the blurred picture next to the name. The guy is old. His beard is a goddamn mess. It looks like a bird tried to nest in it.

"Looks like you found a greyed-out bastard with zero concern for waxing," I mutter, shoving the tablet back at him.

"Does that look like a man ...