Stanley's POV
I watch as Jessica walks back into the room, her expression unreadable, but I know better. That was an important call. The way she left abruptly, the way she kept her voice low she’s hiding something.
She catches me staring and tilts her head. "What?"
I don’t look away. "Who was that?"
She shrugs, walking toward the mirror to adjust her earrings. "No one important. Just business."
I narrow my eyes. "Business? At this hour?"
Jessica rolls her eyes. "Yes, Stanley. Business doesn’t have a curfew."
Before I can push further, my phone rings. My chest tightens as I glance at the screen an unknown number. But I know it’s not just any random call. I answer, pressing the phone to my ear.
"Mr. Lockwood?"
I recognize the voice immediately—one of the officers from the local pre
