Chapter 87. The Call

The house felt strangely quiet that afternoon. Too quiet.

Maybe it was the aftermath of the bomb scare two days prior. Or the fact that it was the weight of hope that had flared and then died when the police confirmed the box held no fingerprints, no traceable parts, nothing they could use.

A dead end again.

Myla was upstairs napping, curled against Hayden’s pillow, trying to shake off the tension that had settled into her shoulders. Hayden was in his study reviewing contracts. Downstairs, Jared and Beck sat in their office nook off the living room, laptops open, going through new business inquiries.

Their PA had sent over a list of potential high-profile clients, something that used to be rare but had become nearly daily over the past couple of weeks. The media stormed around them, and the Oakleys were still working as free, chaotic publicity for M-G Security.

Their PA’s message blinked on his laptop: Potential client. Insisted on speaking with eith