Roman stepped out into the courtyard, his palms slick with sweat.
“Davin, pick up the f*****g phone,” he muttered under his breath, pacing across the gravel. His pulse hammered beneath his skin. If Grayson was truly behind this—if he had Tessa’s friend—then he needed to send a message Grayson would understand.
Finally, the line clicked.
“Mr Blackwood,” Davin answered.
Roman didn’t waste time. “We have a problem.”
“What is it, boss?”
“I think Grayson’s struck again. He might have Tessa’s friend.”
There was a pause, a shift in Davin’s tone. “You’re sure?”
“Not entirely, but I’m not waiting to be. Meet me at the garage. We’ll track her address and move now.”
He hung up before Davin could respond and shoved his phone into his pocket.
He was halfway across the courtyard when a voice s
