Dominic didn’t wait.
“I want to see Laura.”
It wasn’t loud.
It didn’t need to be.
The officer at the front desk hesitated, instinctively straightening. “Sir, you can’t just—”
“I’m not asking twice.”
That tone.
Controlled. Certain. Used to compliance.
The officer picked up the phone immediately.
Minutes later—
Brian walked in.
Fast. Focused. Already irritated.
He stopped a few feet away from Dominic, assessing him in a single glance.
“You’ve got a habit of walking into places like you own them,” Brian said.
Dominic didn’t react.
“I want to see her.”
“No,” Brian replied instantly.
Flat. Final.
A pause.
Dominic’s eyes sharpened. “You don’t understand—”
“No,” Brian cut in, stepping closer now. “You don’t understand.”
The air shifted.
“He’s a suspect’s personal contact,” B
