Nox
"Mr. Demetri?" one of the policemen asked, sticking his head in the van. "Can you come out here for a moment?"
Though Charli nodded her encouragement, I didn't want to let her out of my sight. "Don't do anything, no call, nothing, until I get back."
"Yes, Nox."
I shook my head as I made my way out the small door.
"Sir, your man on the inside. You said he's armed?"
"Yes, but he hasn't made that known to Spencer. He didn't want to push him."
"That's good. Our team needs to know what they're up against. Right now, your man could be working with Edward Spencer. We have to be prepared."
I clenched my jaw. "He's not working with him. His job is to protect Chelsea Moore. He was doing that until she left her room."
"He left her alone."
"To find out what was happening," I refuted. "He's inside that shop with her and if he needs to, hell yes, he'll show his weapon. Right now Chelsea is his priority."
"Can you get word to him?" the officer asked.
"I can try."