We were quietly enjoying breakfast, the warm morning sun filtering in, when suddenly Nick’s phone rang, slicing through the rare moment of peace.
His slender fingers tapped the answer button. His voice was low and commanding. “What is it?”
Vic’s voice came through the other end. “Alpha Nick, we’ve located the worker responsible for maintaining the chandelier in the studio.”
“Mm,” Nick responded with a brief sound from his nose.
“There were three workers doing the inspection at the time. One of them has since resigned,” Vic continued respectfully. “According to the other two, the chandelier was checked by the man who quit.”
“Look into him,” Nick ordered, his face darkening.
As soon as he hung up, I leaned forward, unable to hide my urgency. “So? Any news? Do you know who did it?”
Nic
