The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, but Xander wasn’t looking. He sat rigid in the back seat, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. The air in the car was thick—tense, charged with the kind of silence that weighed down on Hunter like a stone.“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Hunter asked, keeping his eyes on the road.“My father,” Xander said flatly then his phone lit and he read the new message. "Change of plans, I sent you a location"At the same Hunters phone vibrated and he clicked on it and saw the GPS location."Who are we meeting there" he asked "Victor Dale" Hunter’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Victor? The ex–head of security?”Xander nodded once. “Fired two years ago. Quietly. No press, no drama. That’s not how my father handles things—unless he had something to hide.”Hunter let out a slow breath. “You think he’s behind the footage?”“I think he knows who is,” Xander replied. “Victor was the one who set up the old security