Asher's POV
The security footage played across my monitor in high-definition monochromatic clarity.
I leaned forward in my leather armchair, resting my jaw against my knuckles as my eyes tracked the low, aggressive profile of the vehicle idling at the corner of 5th Avenue and Boulevard.
The same black SUV had appeared near the building three times in the last week.
Same vehicle.
Same heavy tinted windows.
Same deliberate, calculated pattern of arrival and departure right before shift changes.
Parker stood beside my desk, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked onto the glowing display. The usual lighthearted banter that defined his presence was completely absent, replaced by the sharp, protective instincts of a man who had survived the early years of building Knight Global
