Daryl wasn’t surprised when his phone buzzed, displaying Senator Ford’s name. He had been expecting this call.
“Detective,” the senator’s voice was smooth, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. “I need you in my office. Now.”
The line went dead before Daryl could respond.
Kyle, who had been watching from his desk, raised a brow. “Another meeting with the big guy?”
“Yeah,” Daryl muttered, slipping his gun into its holster. “Watch your back while I’m gone.”
“Always do,” Kyle shot back.
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The senator’s office was located in one of the most secure buildings in the city.
Daryl had to go through multiple security checkpoints before he was finally led to Ford’s private office on the top floor.
Inside, the senator sat behind a polished mahogany desk, exuding authority. His suit
