Chapter 17
Andrew’s Suspicion
(Andrew’s POV)
Andrew De La Cruz leaned against his desk, his fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm against the polished wood beneath him. The call with Ezekiel had been brief, too brief. That alone made him more suspicious.
Ezekiel Blackwood was a man who weighed his words carefully, but this time, his hesitation had been different. It wasn't the hesitation of a man considering his options, it was the hesitation of a man trapped, desperately looking for a way out.
Andrew wasn’t a fool. He knew desperation when he saw it. Ezekiel was desperate. And desperate men made reckless decisions.
Andrew exhaled through his nose, reaching for the crystal glass beside him. The whiskey inside burned his throat as he downed it in one go, but it did nothing to qu
