'Mrs. Baker made vegetable soup for dinner. It's very good. Please eat something too! Don't rush, take your time. I love you.'
Grayson stared at the tiny screen, his thumb gently tracing over her name. A tiny, bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He quickly typed back:
'Eat well, my love. Do not wait up for me. I am finishing the work properly so I can come home to a safe house. I love you.'
He set the phone down, took a deep breath, and picked up the next thick folder.
By nine o'clock, he was personally questioning Kaelen inside the holding van.
Grayson didn't yell. He didn't raise his hand. He simply leaned against the wall of the van, his blue eyes glowing silver in the dark, and asked five precise questions about the dark market suppliers. Kaelen was crying and confessing within three minutes, giving up every name, location, and storage vault in the eastern region.
