Before Rowan got arrested...
The Hartwell company entrance was wide and well-kept — polished stone steps, a brass-handled door, two potted trees on either side clipped into perfect spheres. Staff moved in and out with the brisk, purposeful energy of a working morning.
Rowan noticed the police before Alaric did.
Four of them. Standing just inside the entrance hall, their dark blue uniforms crisp, their posture the particular kind that meant they weren't waiting for just anyone. One of them spotted Rowan the moment he came through the door and said something to the man beside him. They all turned their heads to look at Rowan and that's when Rowan knew something was wrong.
Alaric was still talking to him... something about the stationery items, where they needed to be delivered, of course, to Noel's desk—when the senior officer stepped forward.
"Rowan Graves?"
Rowan stopped.
"Yes."
"You'll come with us."
