Dickson turned and found Abigail standing behind him.
Her sunglasses reflected the light as her gaze stayed locked on the jeep Adam had entered.
Dickson followed her line of sight for a moment before answering respectfully.
"Yes, my lady, he's the one."
Abigail asked another question, this time turning her head slightly toward Dickson. "Do you know what kind of relationship he has with the manager?"
Dickson scratched the back of his head, a little awkward.
"No, unfortunately, I don't."
Abigail stared at him through her sunglasses for a brief moment. Then she exhaled, her attention finally drifting away from the jeep.
"You both aren't as close as I thought."
Dickson looked at her, waiting and wondering what conclusion she'd reached, but she said nothing more.
The roll call continued.
One by one, the clan heirs were seated in the trucks. The cargo bays filled until they were packed tight, bodies pressed together like sardines.
Yet Adam never emerged from the jeep.
