It had barely been fifteen minutes since Cain arrived at the facility, but the damage immediately struck him as suspicious. Though minor, the wreckage appeared deliberate, as though orchestrated to seem like a genuine attack.
Cain frowned, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the warehouse. To him, the scene looked staged. The broken crates, infested food and scorched walls seemed fresh, like the whole thing had been set up just the night before.
If he were paranoid, he'd suspect someone wanted him here, away from the mansion.
"Double the security around the facility! Twice over," he ordered Frank, his tone clipped.
Frank bowed in acknowledgment and turned to relay the instructions to the men stationed nearby. Cain stayed rooted in place, his gaze fixed on the facility, his frown deepening.
Cain believed in coincidences, but this? It reeked of a calculated move, one designed to pull his attention elsewhere. That was something he wouldn't tolerate.
