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Liam made the call.

It rang four times before Dexter answered. The background noise on the other end was low music, voices, the muted clatter of a place that didn’t sleep early.

"You’re calling late," Dexter said.

"I need a name."

A short pause. The background noise faded slightly, like Dexter had stepped away from it, a door swinging shut somewhere behind him.

"Go on."

"Someone watched a meeting I was in tonight. They texted me while I was still in the room. Knew the meeting was happening. Knew who I was talking to."

Dexter was quiet for a few seconds.

"Where did the meeting hold?"

"Warehouse on the west side. Empty building.

The man across from me was named Peter. He was sent by a friend of an old friend. Old business. He wanted a partnership."

"And the second presence?"

"Unknown number. Asked what I thought of Peter. Peter didn’t know he was being watched either."

Dexter exhaled slowly. "That’s not amateur work."

"I know." You sure this friend of yours isn’t behind the texts?

"Peter nearly lost color when the messages came in. He wasn’t performing."

Another pause. Longer this time. In the background, the music shifted, a glass set down somewhere close to the phone.

"I’ll ask around," Dexter said. "Quietly. If someone at that level is paying attention to you, they won’t be using their own name out in the open. Give me a day. Lemme get my boys into action."

"That’s fine."

"Liam." What? "Don’t go looking for them in the meantime. People who watch meetings like that usually only show themselves when they want to."

"I wasn’t planning to."

"Good." Dexter’s voice dropped slightly. "I’ll contact you when I have something."

The call ended.

Liam lowered the phone and stood in the dark study for a moment longer. Outside the window, the grounds were still.

A single light was on near the east wing. Everything else sat under the soft wash of the exterior lamps, pale and even along the driveway.

Charles was a known problem. Manageable. The second presence was not. Dexter’s reaction had confirmed that much without needing extra words.

Liam left the study and went downstairs, the hallway carpet swallowing his footsteps until he reached the tile near the staircase.

The kitchen light was still on. Jack sat at the island with a glass of water, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when Liam entered.

"You’re back late."

"Business."

Jack studied him for a second. "The kind that follows you home?"

"Possibly."

Jack set the phone down, screen dimming against the counter. "You need me for anything?"

"Not yet."

Jack accepted that with a short nod. He didn’t push. That was one of the better things about him, he understood the difference between being available and being in the way.

Liam took a glass from the cabinet, filled it, and drank half of it standing at the counter. The house was quiet around them.

Somewhere down the east corridor, a door closed softly. One of the women finishing a rotation.

"Veronica’s on night check," Jack said, following his glance. "Cole took the north side. The rest are in."

Liam nodded once. Jack watched him a moment longer, then stood and stretched, his shoulder popping audibly in the quiet. "I’m turning in. Try not to start a war before morning."

"No promises."

Jack snorted under his breath and left the kitchen. His footsteps faded up the stairs, unhurried, the same weight on every step.

Liam finished the water and set the glass in the sink. He didn’t go to bed immediately.

Instead he walked the ground floor once, slow and unhurried, checking the same angles he always checked. Front entrance.

Side corridor. The door that led out toward the courtyard, its lock cold under his palm when he tested it. Everything sat where it was supposed to.

In the main hallway he passed Vanessa coming back from the far wing. She slowed when she saw him, eyes dropping for half a second before she corrected it.

The memory of the open doorway and the state she had found him in still sat between them. She gave a short nod and continued past without speaking, the sound of her steps fading toward the stairs.

Liam let her go. There was time for that later.

Renee was not in sight. Neither was Jessica.

He went back upstairs.

In the study he opened the security feeds and let them cycle once. Empty driveway. Quiet tree line.

The north path clear under the cameras. No movement that didn’t belong. He closed the interface and sat down at the desk, the chair settling under him with a low creak.

Charles had reached out through Peter because the logistics company had drawn attention. At least, that was the obvious explanation. That much was simple. Money moved, people noticed. The second watcher was different.

That one had resources and patience. They hadn’t approached him directly. They had watched him handle pressure and then made sure he knew he’d been observed.

A message. Nothing else. Liam leaned back in the chair.

Dexter would dig. If there was a name attached to this kind of quiet attention, Dexter was still one of the few people who might be able to put a finger on it.

Until then, the correct move was to keep the villa stable and avoid giving the watcher anything extra to look at.

His phone stayed dark on the desk. No new messages. Liam turned off the desk lamp and sat in the remaining light from the window. The grounds below looked the same as they had the night before.

The same fences. The same clean lines of the driveway. The same soft exterior lights, unmoving in the still air.

The difference was that someone out there now knew his name well enough to watch him sit across from another man in an empty warehouse and ask what he thought of the conversation.

He stood, left the study, and walked down the hall to his room, the floor cool under his feet where the carpet gave way to wood near the door.

Sleep would come or it wouldn’t. Either way, morning would arrive with the same list of priorities it always did.

The women in the house. The company. The quiet pressure now sitting just outside his reach. Liam closed the door behind him, the latch catching with a soft, final click.

Outside, the villa remained still.

Somewhere beyond the city, someone who had watched the meeting already knew he had made it home.

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