Philip's POV
The dinner had been progressing smoothly until my clumsy attempts at extracting information about Juliette crashed and burned spectacularly.
Sally saw right through my casual questioning, recognizing the calculated intent behind every seemingly innocent inquiry. She knew I had an agenda, and now I'd be facing the consequences later. With any luck, it would lead to some heated makeup session where she'd eventually forgive my underhanded tactics.
"Movement detected," Vance's sharp voice sliced through the mind-link connection.
Vance ranked among our most experienced enforcers. He never panicked or raised false alarms, so when he deemed something worth reporting, we listened without question. My gaze locked with Karl's as the four of us froze in unison.
"Details," Karl demanded.
