UNANSWERED QUESTIONS
Glande's POV
The rest of the afternoon passed without incident.
Or at least, that's how it appeared on the surface.
Inside, however, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over me since the anonymous photograph arrived.
I kept telling myself Jacob was right.
Someone involved in the Sterling Heights investigation was trying to intimidate Alex.
Nothing more.
Nothing personal.
Yet every time I remembered the photograph, a strange feeling settled in my chest.
It didn't look random.
It looked... intentional.
I forced myself to focus on the reports spread across my desk.
Purchase orders.
Meeting schedules.
Contract revisions.
Numbers were easier than emotions.
Much easier.
The intercom buzzed.
"Glande."
Alex's voice came through calmly.
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