*Layla*
My heart nearly stopped as I recognized the face of Special Agent Richard Dobkin, the man who had been relentlessly pursuing Dante for years.
I instinctively shrank back, my body tensing with fear and apprehension. Ethan, sensing my discomfort, stepped between us, his posture protective and wary.
"Can I help you?" he asked firmly.
Dobkin flashed his badge, his expression serious. "Special Agent Richard Dobkin, FBI. I'm investigating the disappearance and possible murder of Marco Vasquez. I have some questions for Ms. Jennings."
"Agent Dobkin, my client is not in any condition to answer questions right now," Ethan said, his tone professional but unyielding. "If this is an official inquiry, I suggest you go through the proper channels."