Aliana’s POV

The security footage played in a continuous loop, the grainy black-and-white image flashing on the screen in front of us.

A shadowy figure stood near the mansion’s gates, lingering just beyond the cameras’ full reach.

I didn’t need a clear image to know who it was.

Leonard.

A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the screen.

Freddy stood beside me, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. But I knew him well enough now to recognize the shift in his demeanor.

He wasn’t just annoyed. He was interested.

“He’s getting bald,” Freddy murmured.

I swallowed. “What does he want?”

Freddy turned to me, his...