Nathan's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, dragging him from sleep. He reached for it blindly, his hand knocking against the dice before finding the device. The screen showed 7:47 AM and an unfamiliar number.
He answered groggily. "Hello?"
"Mr. Hunt?" The voice was tense, unfamiliar. "This is Detective Marcus Shaw with the Nashville Police Department. I need you to come down to the station for questioning regarding allegations made against you by the Nashville family."
Nathan's eyes snapped open, exhaustion vanishing in an instant. He sat up, his mind immediately clearing. "Allegations?"
"I'd prefer to discuss this in person, Mr. Hunt. Can you come to the station this morning? Say, within the next two hours?"
The detective's tone wasn't aggressive, but it wasn't friendly eit
