Lena's POV
I drove fast.
Not recklessly, I had enough presence of mind for that, but fast, cutting through the evening traffic with a focus that came from not letting myself think too hard about Abel's voice on the phone. The tightness in it. The please at the end that Abel Morrison did not use casually.
The gates were open when I arrived.
That was the first thing that was wrong. The gates were never open, they opened for specific people at specific times and closed again immediately. Tonight they were standing open and there were two additional security vehicles in the driveway that hadn't been there this morning.
I parked and got out and went inside.
They were in Damien's study.
All three of them, plus two members of the security team I recognized from Abel's briefings and a woma
