Chapter 45

Fiona stepped out of the house, her arms wrapped around a small sized black bag. She walked briskly to the car parked in the driveway.

Without saying a word, she opened the boot and carefully placed the bag inside. She adjusted it, making sure it sat properly before shutting the boot.

Lyon and Martins were already making their way to the car.

“Is that everything?” Martins asked, walking over the car.

“Yeah, everything’s in the boot,” Fiona said, standing by the car, wiping her hands on her apron. Her eyes darted toward Lyon, hoping he’d say something.

“Thank you, Fiona,” Lyon's voice came from behind as Fiona turned,...