Robert Langston, paced the length of his expansive office, his sharp gaze fixed on the city skyline. The news he had received that morning weighed heavily on his mind, igniting a slow burn of frustration in his chest.
He was lucky to have had someone traced Lucas.
That bastard.
His bird had given him everything he needed to know about Lucas's presence in the small town. And then there was the woman, Desi and her son.
A threat, Robert concluded. A distraction Lucas cannot afford.
He stopped at his desk, pressing the intercom button. “Send James in.”
Moments later, the door opened, and a tall, nondescript man entered. James moved with an air of practiced discretion, his expression neutral.
He was one of Robert's most trusted operatives, someone who could move in the shadows and une
