Blind Spot

Declan's phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen. Jaxon was calling.

He answered while stepping halfway to the side of the room, putting distance between himself and the clinic door that was still open.

"Talk."

"Sir." Jaxon's voice on the other end sounded uneasy. "Our team managed to track the vehicle in question. Dark SUV, unregistered plates — exactly as you described."

Declan waited.

"But the