The next morning, Daryl sat at his desk, sipping a cup of bitter black coffee, when his phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
He hesitated before answering.
“Daryl Grey speaking.”
“Officer Grey.” The voice on the other end was smooth, controlled, and unmistakable. “It’s Robert Williams.”
Daryl stiffened. His grip on the phone tightened instinctively.
Mayor Robert Williams.
What does he needs from him now?
“I’d like you to come to my estate,” Williams continued. “There are… things we need to discuss.”
Daryl leaned back in his chair.
He should refuse.
He knew better than to walk into a place where Robert Williams controlled the rules.
But he also knew that refusing outright wasn’t an option.
“What is this about, Mr. Williams?” he asked carefully. “You might be forgetting that I’m not yo
