DAMIEN
Victor’s mansion loomed ahead, with its imposing structure clouding my sight. The minute John approached the gate I spoke up loudly.
“Stop!” I said, and immediately his legs glided across the brakes.
“Is there a problem, sir?” John asked, and I shook my head. John had caught a glimpse of my action through the rear-view mirror.
Ignoring John, I fixed my gaze on the gate. None of Victor’s cars were in sight—a clear sign he was out. But where could he have gone?
I reached for my phone to text Tagoe about his whereabouts, but before I could type a word, the blaring honk of a car behind me grabbed my attention. I turned around, and there it was—Victor’s car.
The driver continued to honk, and I instructed John to proceed. The gate, which was closed, rolled open as our headlight flas
