Gabriel turned his back and remained standing in the middle of the corridor, shoulders squared but stiff, as though holding his own body together took effort.
“Andreas,” he continued quietly, “also call the security team. Tell them I want Isabella's phone brought here immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
Andreas moved aside and made the call. His voice carried a tone Gabriel rarely heard in him; urgent, fast, alert. The world felt like it had narrowed into that corridor, into that moment, into that one object that had the power to answer or destroy everything.
When he returned, he cleared his throat lightly. “They’re on their way with it. Few minutes.”
Gabriel nodded but didn’t look at him. He stared straight ahead, jaw flexing slowly, a muscle tightening along the side of his face. The overhead
