Rebecca's expression went pale as the voice on the other end spoke frantically. Hutton could already tell from her face that something had gone terribly wrong.
"What's it?" he asked sharply, his tone low yet commanding.
Rebecca's fingers tightened around her phone, and she turned to him with urgency flashing in her eyes. "Robert just called. He said we need to come back—immediately."
Hutton frowned, sensing the undercurrent of tension in her tone. "Why? What happened?"
She exhaled shakily, her eyes darting around as if afraid someone might overhear. "The Eastridge Police Department just came to our home. They brought a search warrant—for you."
Hutton's eyes narrowed to thin slits, a faint glimmer of cold light flickering within them. "...For me?"
