Xander
The drive back to Samantha’s villa was quiet, the hum of the engine blending and blurring into my thoughts. I couldn’t shake the image of Anna with the badge in her hand, her expression unreadable yet daring. The audacity wasn’t surprising—it was a trait she shared with her father. Luther was a man of ridiculous bravery, one might even say, stupidity. It had always been one of his more endearing characteristics. And that was what I had been banking on. But the implications were troubling. Luther’s daughter had my badge now, and that complicated everything. Without it, it would be a hell of a lot harder to gain access to the kind of information I once had.
Once inside the villa, I tossed my keys on the table and settled into the plush leather chair in the study. Samantha wasn’t he
