The violent crash of the front door echoed through the Versailles Style hallways of the Davenport Family estate, shattering the tranquil atmosphere. Liam Livingston, still in the middle of a frantic cleanup in the restroom, felt a cold jolt of adrenaline spike through his system.
How did Wayne Wolfe track me here? he wondered, his mind racing through the tactical implications.
He barely had time to pull up his zipper before the restroom door was nearly kicked off its hinges. Wayne Wolfe stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking out the hall light, his eyes burning with a mix of desperation and savage fury.
"Have you no shame, Wolfe?" Liam barked, his voice vibrating with a feigned, high-level authority. "Kicking in a door while a superior is attending to his private business? You
