Salvatore found Roderick in the security room, checking the cameras.
Roderick didn't look up right away. He'd worked for Salvatore long enough to know the sound of his boss's footsteps, the particular weight of them on the gravel, and he assumed this was just another check-in before the night began.
It wasn't until Salvatore stopped directly beside him, arms crossed, his jaw set in a way Roderick recognized as trouble, that he finally glanced over.
"Rod," Salvatore said, and something in his tone made Roderick straighten up from the monitors entirely.
"Today, you can stay home."
The words hit oddly. Roderick blinked, waiting for the rest of the sentence, the joke, the catch. When none came, his brows knit together, and his hand fell away from his belt.
"Why? We need to meet Joe. You know they tried to terrorize him. I'm sure they're connected to Macron."
