Chapter 295

CALLUM'S POV

The perimeter alert had been too convenient.

I stood near the edge of the north lawn, rain soaking through my jacket as the heavy security floodlights cut through the grey downpour. Barrett’s voice crackled over my earpiece, fast and sharp.

"Boss, thermal sensors picked up two heat signatures near the fence line, but there's no movement past the perimeter wire," Barrett reported. "Sig