Before Trent could decide how to respond, his phone rang. He wanted to ignore it, but he figured whatever it was had to be important if the person was calling at six thirty in the morning.
“Daniels.”
“Trent, it’s Brian.” There was an edge to his voice that got Trent’s attention. “Sorry to call so early, but you need to get here ASAP. It looks like the lock on the gate has been busted.”
Trent looked at Abby, who’d turned her back on him again. He didn’t want to leave her—leave things like this. The thought crossed his mind to call Trinity and let her deal with it, but he dismissed the notion. He was the boss. Like it or not, it was his problem to deal with. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Keep everyone in the parking lot.”
“You got it.”
Trent disconnected the call and returned his ce
