29. Caspian
The call comes at the worst possible time. Not that there is ever a good time for trouble but this one feels… off from the start.
I look at Asena who is still eating on the bed and excuse myself.
“Talk.”
“There’s an issue at the warehouse,” the voice on the other end says. “One of our shipments has been flagged.”
My jaw tightens. “By who?”
“Police.”
I go still for a second. That word doesn’t get thrown around lightly in our line of work.
“Reason?”
“Unclear. They’re saying it’s a routine check, but…”
“But it’s not,” I finish.
“No, boss. It doesn’t feel like it.”
I glance at Zavian across the room. He’s already watching me, reading the shift in my expression before I say anything.
“Hold them there,” I say into the phone. “We’re on our way.”
I hang up.
We leave Asen
