Claire’s POV
Jeremy had asked me to bring a pie I’d baked to the house. He didn’t give much explanation beyond a simple, “He’s recovering, so I thought we could do something nice.” That was enough for me, to go over with him to his client’s place, knowing Jeremy wouldn’t put me in danger, so curiosity stayed just on the surface.
First, we drop off Daniel to do his training, then we head over to the apartment on the other side of us. I notice them the moment we arrive- men milling quietly in the background, leaning just enough to look busy, yet not actually doing anything. They’re organized, alert, and too… numerous. I can’t help the thought that flickers in my mind, unbidden and sharp- were these men really necessary? Or is there more to this place than Jeremy let on? I glance around, pi
