ALDRIC’S POV
After a few minutes' drive, the police vehicles surrounded the small apartment building, and I was right behind them.
It was an old, poorly maintained building, in a quiet part of the city. The car was parked outside the building with a matching plate number.
I followed the officers as they moved discreetly to the entrance.
They knocked on his door.
A man in his forties who matched the exact frame of the driver opened the door.
Shock and confusion was written all over his face.
“Yes?” he asked, almost trembling.
“Mr. Daniels?” one officer asked.
“Yes. What’s this about?”
“We need you to come with us.”
His face was drained of color.
I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, pushing the door open completely. “You picked up a woman from Throne Gr
