"What?" Julian barked into the receiver, sounding irritated.
"e have a problem at the warehouse, sir," Lily's voice came through. She sounded unusually tense. "I'm patching Victor into the call now."
A second later, the line crackled with the sound of heavy breathing and distant shouting.
"Sir, it's the cops," Victor said. He sounded frantic, like he was running at full speed. "They're raiding the warehouse!"
Julian sat up straight, his sleepiness gone instantly.
"Which warehouse, Victor?"
"The one where Arthur Reed and Andrew Thorne are being kept."
"Fuck."
....
Andrew Thorne entered his room and stood in front of the mirror. The room was a minimalist, modern suite, featuring sleek charcoal walls, a low-profile platform bed, and polished marble floors
He removed his T-shirt, which had his own blood on it. Although the blood had dried, and his shallow wound from when he was captured was already healing.
