Oliver’s POV
The soft hum of the air conditioning in Chief Inspector Dave’s office was the only sound as I leaned back in the chair opposite his desk. He was a man in his late forties with sharp blue eyes and a reputation for getting things done, was scanning the report I’d filed earlier about the attack on Isla and me.
“Mr. Blackwood,” he began, setting the papers aside and folding his hands on the desk. “Let me start by saying that this is a top priority for my team. An assassination attempt isn’t something we take lightly, especially when it involves someone like you.”
“I appreciate that,” I said, my tone measured. “But words mean little right now. I need action. Isla’s safety—” I stopped myself, inhaling sharply. “She’s the only thing that matters.”
Dave nodded, his gaze steady. “W
