Chapter 39

Victor threw a dart, watching it thud into the board with precision. The dull thump echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the distant hum of traffic from the street below. He didn’t look at Raul, but the question in his voice hung heavy in the air.

“What do you think, Raul? Could it be a staff member?” His tone was sharp, testing the waters like someone ready to strike at any hint of confirmation.

Raul shifted slightly, the leather of the armchair creaking under his weight. He stared at the dartboard, his fingers tapping softly against his knee as if considering the options. “That, I do not know,” he replied, his voice low but thoughtful.

Victor leaned back, the chair groaning as his fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest. The soft click of each tap punctuated the growing tension in the room. “And that’s the estate Anderson’s holed up in?” His voice was colder now, carrying an edge.

“No doubt in it,” Raul said, crossing his arms. The fireplace crackled faintly in the backgr