~CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE~
HARDIN’S POV
I step out of our wing and into the hallway, already buttoning my shirt, my mind shifting gears.
Whatever this is, it better be worth it.
I walk down the hallway and straight to my office. Still reeling from Amelia, I can’t help but smile at how effortlessly she gets to me. Even her dramatic side gets me heated.
I push the door open.
Andrew is already inside, standing to the side like he knows better than to waste my time.
I walk past him without a word and take my seat, leaning back slightly, one hand resting on the armrest.
“Start talking,” I say, my voice low.
He doesn’t hesitate.
“Our men are picking up movement across the city,” he says. “One of our informants called in. There’s a prosecutor in town. He’s been tracking underground operatio
