The low hum of engines broke the early morning quiet.
Rylan stiffened at the sound, his body tense as he watched from his bedroom window. A black-and-white police cruiser pulled through the front gates, followed closely by two unmarked vehicles. Lights flashing — no sirens — still, the atmosphere turned heavy with their approach.
He checked his bedside clock; it was just 5:45 in the morning.
Shit. He cursed under his breath, feeling the first pang of fear slither down his spine.
Why did they suddenly show up in his house unannounced?
But they were here.
Already.
So he would need to act very quickly.
His mind raced, calculating and recalculating every possible outcome. How much did they know? Had Marta cracked? Had Reina somehow sent a message? He thought he had covered every trace,
