Dorian looked at Catherine standing beside his desk.
His gaze swept over the study, lingering first on his laptop, still open, then on the ledger where he meticulously recorded everything, and finally on the files he had kept under lock and key. His eyes settled on the unmistakable outline of a phone tucked inside Catherine's pocket.
A phone he hadn't known she possessed.
After all, her phone was with him for "repairs."
"Hoover..."
A low chuckle escaped him as he strolled farther into the study.
Catherine instinctively took a step back, her eyes never leaving him.
"I almost fell for it," Dorian said, tilting his head as his fingertip traced the edge of the desk. "Until I remembered..."
His smile widened.
"Hoover is your brother's friend."
He stopped a few feet away.
"So I told the driver to turn the car around..." His eyes lifted to meet hers, and the smile on his lips became almost murderous. "...and look what I found."
