As the buzzer blared inside the cabin, outside of it, a car pulled up, headlights shining against the front walls of the wooden structure.
Inside, silence reigned, heavy and unsettling. Jake stepped out first, as usual, opening the car door for Adrian to emerge. Once that was done, he circled back to the boot to retrieve something.
Adrian lingered, his sharp gaze fixed on the glowing light coming from the cabin's windows. He turned slightly toward Jake.
"I just remembered—during our assessment of the people killed back at the headquarters—I didn't see my father or brother's corpse." His tone was calm but heavy, the thought pressing deep.
Jake froze with his hand on the boot.
Surviving that building collapse had been impossible. Yet Daniel had lived through it. At the very least, Adrian should have seen their bodies.
"I don't know, boss. Where should I carry the prisoner?" Jake finally asked.
Adrian's lips curved into his usual foreboding smile.
