ROBYN
“I’ll take it.” I went to grab his phone from the nightstand. “It’s Linden.”
Spade was already behind me, taking his phone. “What does he want?”
“Answer it.” I sat on the bed as he answered the call.
“Come again.” I instantly knew that look. A shocking look was plastered all over his face. He groaned, hand fisting and unfisting. And then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “f**k. Jesus Christ.”
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
He turned to me and said, “I’ll be downstairs.”
Confused, I only stared at him until he walked out of the room. I decided to follow him. Whatever upset him must be something he was working on. When Linden called, I knew it had something to do with the a*******n case or his security.
When he turned the TV on in the kitchen, I gasped. “Oh, my God
