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Morning came quietly.Liam opened his eyes to pale sunlight slipping through the curtains. Victoria was still asleep beside him.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

The night had been long, but the morning felt strangely peaceful. No security feeds. No business calls.

Just silence.

Then his phone lit up and vibrated.

[Dexter]Liam answered. "Morning."

"I’ve got something."

The change in Dexter’s voice pulled his attention off the room instantly.

"What?" Not a name. A lead.

Liam sat up, careful not to shift the mattress. "Talk." Started with the number that texted you. It was clean. Too clean. No registration worth chasing, nothing tying it back to a name."

"Expected."

"It gets better. My people pulled footage around the warehouse. Traffic cams, storefronts, private systems. Found a black sedan parked two streets away."

"When?"

"Before you got there. Left after you did."

Liam’s eyes narrowed. "Driver?"

"No clear face. Partial plate. Still working it."

He looked toward the window. The city outside was bright and ordinary.

"Don’t waste time on Peter," Liam said. "He was in the room when the messages came through. He didn’t know."

"I know," Dexter said. "I’m not looking at him."

"Good." I’m looking at whoever had eyes on the building before you arrived."

"Talk me through it."

"There’s a camera on the building across from the warehouse. Clean view of the entrance."

"Could they see inside?"

"Not properly."

"Then why does it matter?"

Dexter’s voice dropped. "Because whoever was there wasn’t watching the building. They were watching you."

The room seemed to go quieter than it already was."They could see everyone coming and going," Dexter said. "More important, they could see the room you were using."

Liam rubbed his thumb against the edge of the phone. "How long were they there?"

"Long enough."

"Face? Vehicle?"

"Nothing solid yet. The sedan’s our best lead."

"Find it." Already on it. A pause, longer this time. "This wasn’t about Peter, Liam. Whoever set eyes on that warehouse didn’t need him to find you."

Liam went still.

The meeting. The warehouse. The messages. Someone had known where he’d be before he ever arrived. That wasn’t random, and it wasn’t about the man across the table.

"Keep digging," Liam said. "I want everything. Vehicle, building owner, cameras, anyone in the area. Don’t make contact unless you have to."

"Understood. I’ll call when I have something solid."The line went dead.Behind him, the sheets shifted. Victoria opened her eyes.

"You’re leaving?"

"Soon." Is there a problem?

"Not really."That earned a small smile. "You always say that when it is."

"It’s just business."

She studied his face but didn’t push. "Be careful." I will.

He leaned down, pressed a brief kiss against her forehead, and reached for his clothes. The quiet morning was over.

By late morning, Liam was back at the villa.

The gates opened as his car approached. He stepped out and walked through the entrance.

"Welcome back."

Cole stood near the foyer with a clipboard, gave him a polite nod, and went back to whatever she was reviewing. Liam nodded and kept walking.

By the time Liam returned to the villa, the morning was well underway.

The gates opened before he them. He stepped onto the driveway and immediately noticed something different.

Movement.

Two security teams were changing shifts near the eastern perimeter, radios crackling low between them.

One of the newer guards spoke with Renee beside the service entrance while another checked the cameras mounted above the wall, adjusting one on its bracket.

The villa had developed its own rhythm.

Liam walked through the front doors.

"Morning."

Jessica’s voice came from behind him. He turned. She stood near the entrance with a tablet tucked beneath one arm.

"You’ve been gone since last night."

"I had somewhere to be."

"I figured." Her eyes moved briefly over him, then returned to his face. "No problems?"

"None here." Good. She nodded and continued down the corridor, heels clicking against the marble until the sound faded around the corner.

Liam watched her go for a moment, then headed toward the study. The house felt normal.

He entered the study and closed the door. The security feeds came alive across the monitors. Front gate. Driveway. East wing. Rear grounds. Everything clean.

Liam switched between them slowly. Then he stopped. The camera covering the western road showed nothing but an empty stretch of pavement and trees, a single bird crossing the frame and gone again.

He watched it for several seconds anyway.

The problem with being watched wasn’t knowing that someone had eyes on you. It was not knowing where those eyes were.

His phone vibrated again.

Dexter. This time, there was an image attached. Liam opened it. The photograph showed the warehouse from across the street.

The angle was distant, almost useless at first glance. Then he noticed the upper windows of the building opposite. One of them had a clear view directly into the meeting room.

He enlarged the image.

A dark shape sat behind the glass.

Not a person.

A camera.

Liam stared at it a moment longer than he needed to. Dexter had sent another message.

Found something. Calling now.

Liam answered. "Tell me."

"We found out who installed that camera."

Liam’s eyes hardened. "Who?"

"That’s the problem." A pause. "The company that installed it doesn’t exist anymore."

"Convenient."

"Very." Keep going.

"Installation was paid for in cash. No company account. No identifiable client."

"Then why do you sound like you found something?"

"Because the camera wasn’t the only thing. There was a second one."

Liam’s expression changed slightly. "Where?"

"Inside the building."

"Facing what?"

"The warehouse."

His fingers tapped once against the desk.

Two cameras. Different angles. Someone hadn’t simply parked a car nearby. They’d prepared the location.

"How long have they been active?"

"Still checking."

"Find out."

"I will." The call ended.

Liam sat quietly, the hum of the monitors the only sound left in the room. The industrial park was becoming less interesting by the minute. The warehouse was the real story, and whoever had been watching it hadn’t started yesterday.

He looked at the frozen image on the screen. A camera hidden behind glass. A black sedan. A burner phone. Three separate pieces, none of them a name, none of them a face.

But now there was something he trusted more than either.

Intent.

Liam simply closed the image.

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