"It wasn't a joke." Elias set the phone down on the desk like it might detonate. "I wouldn't put it past him to try something theatrical. He proved to be a stalker..." He paused as a shiver crawled up his spine.
Adam muttered something unflattering under his breath and started pacing again, half-ready to rip the door off its hinges and interrogate the hallway.
Before he could make it to the exit, the door opened.
Robert dressed in a black suit with a discreet earpiece with a black wire that disappeared under his blazer.
Adam froze mid-step. Elias looked up from the desk, the tension in his spine drawing taut as a bowstring.
Robert closed the door behind him with a soft click. His movements were composed and calm.
"We intercepted some suspect activity on your phone," he said, eyes locked on Elias. "A number spoofing protocol, short-range pulse scan, and a timed reroute on the call signal. It didn't originate from Ruo's device. It just wore her number."
