Dominic's POV
"It was nothing," Antalya said quickly, her hands moving nervously as she tried to look casual. "Just... just someone asking about the women's hockey team."
I could smell the lie on her. The way she shifted her weight, the way her eyes darted away from mine, the slight tremor in her voice - everything about her body language screamed deception.
"A hockey team that calls this late at night?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral even though suspicion was eating at me.
"They have practice schedules and things," she said, but her explanation sounded weak even to her own ears.
I watched as she moved around the room, straightening things that didn't need straightening, clearly trying to distract me from the phone call. But I had heard her voice through the door - soft, urgent, al
