Meanwhile, somewhere in Apex Dominica, the car moved like a whisper through the city, its engine purring beneath them as twilight cast a soft glow over the buildings.
Inside, Freya sat quietly beside Trevor, the low hum of music weaving into the silence between them. The streetlights danced in her eyes, but her mind was far from the passing view.
She still couldn't wrap her head around what had happened earlier. If someone had told her Gary would be the one to pull off that dramatic spectacle at the restaurant, she might have considered it. But Trevor? The calm, calculating, sharp-suited Trevor Baliante? Not in her wildest dreams.
The silence held for several more heartbeats before Trevor finally broke it.
"I couldn't help noticing you had a visitor," he said, his voice smooth but edged with something harder to define. "I hope I didn't interrupt something."
