The Beast Inside You

Garrick didn’t enter the mansion.

He stood near the SUV, jaw clenched, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the collar of his shirt slightly loosened as if he needed air but refused to admit it. The gravel crunched beneath steady footsteps as one of his men approached from the back entrance, a tablet in hand.

“We recovered satellite footage,” the man reported. “Someone tried to wipe it from the database,