"How much bigger?" I asked, already reaching for my own robe, some old instinct telling me this wasn't a conversation I wanted to have from the safety of the bed.
"I don't know yet." Noah was already scrolling through messages, his expression sharpening by the second. "Marcus wants to talk it through properly. I need to take this in the office."
"I'm coming with you." It wasn't a question, and something in my voice must have told him not to argue, because he simply nodded and led the way down the hall.
Marcus was already on speaker by the time we settled into the office, his voice tight with the particular urgency of someone who'd clearly been up all night piecing something together.
"Ryan Lancaster reached out to Griffin Marsh yesterday afternoon," Marcus said without preamble. "Perso
