CHAPTER 097: Keep Digging

Caspian's POV

It's been two days since the attack, and even though we're back in New York, things still feel tense. My security team is on edge, guarding every inch of the house. But despite the extra protection, the weight of the situation hangs over us.

Desiree paces by the window, arms crossed tightly. “Any word from Antonio yet?” she asks, sounding frustrated.

I shake my head. “It usually takes time to investigate these things.”

“Well, we don’t have time,” she says, turning to face me. “We’re practically chained to this house like prisoners.”

She’s right. The apartment, usually a safe place, now feels more like a cage. Every noise outside, every shadow that moves, makes us both uneasy. I don’t blame her for wanting answers. I want them, too.

As if on cue, my phone buzzes on the table. It’s Antonio.

I answer quickly, putting the call on speaker so Desiree can hear. “What have you got for me?”

“Boss,” Antonio says, “I’ve got some information about the hit-and-run. The other thing wi