For one second, no one moved.
The safe house sat in perfect morning quiet, wrapped in trees, guarded by men with earpieces and calm faces.
But inside the living room—
The air changed.
Adrian's phone remained in his hand, the message glowing on the screen.
Unauthorized security reset detected at Morrison residence.
Sharon looked like the blood had drained out of her body.
"He knows," she whispered.
Allison's eyes slid to her.
"Knows what exactly?"
Sharon swallowed, both hands tightening around the mug she hadn't taken a sip from.
"That I told you something important."
Simone, who had been standing near the fireplace with her arms folded, lifted a brow.
"Girl, that is not specific enough for the panic level you're giving us."
Sharon's lips trembled. "The file."
Adrian's gaze sharpened.
"The one behind the wine wall," he said.
Sharon nodded. "If he's resetting security, he's either locking the house down or letting someone in without the normal system logging it."
