Derek's pov The leather of my Rolls-Royce was cool, but I felt like I was sitting on a bed of live coals. I leaned back, the blue light of my phone illuminated on my face. On the screen, the grainy, high-definition feed of my estate's library played out.I watched Rose. She was sitting with Michelle, her posture finally losing that rigid, bird-like tension that had haunted her since the hospital. Standing near the doorway was Marcus, the new blonde guard. Even through the digital feed, I could see the man's relaxed stance, a casual, disarming confidence that seemed to be exactly what Rose needed to stop looking over her shoulder."Evans," I said, my voice a low vibration in the quiet car."Yes, Sir?" the driver replied, catching my eye in the rear view mirror."The blonde one. Marcus. Did we go through his family background, or did we just trust the agency's file?""We ran his background check, sir," Evans confirmed, merging into the neon drenched traffic. "He is a California boy. To
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