Julian stood near the window, his gun resting loosely in his hand. "They're getting bolder," he muttered, scanning the street for any signs of movement. "That stunt at the door wasn't just a warning. It was a message."
Jasper, pacing behind him, snorted. "And what exactly was the message? 'We're coming for you, so keep running'? Typical scare tactics."
Skylar crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at them both. "I don't care what their tactics are. We have to figure out who's pulling the strings. Right now."
Julian turned to her. "We will. But first, we get rid of any active surveillance. That tracker they tossed wasn't the only one. I'd bet on it."
Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Bet on it, huh? And what's your brilliant plan, Sherlock? Sweep the house with a magnifying glass?"
Julian's jaw tightened. "Not the time, Jasper."
