Caden eyed Alan with confusion when the passing comment about trouble happening within the house. He hadn't heard anything kicking off in or outside of the estate. But Charles and himself had been a little caught up inside their own fantasy...<br/><br/>Still, he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary when he'd made his way down stairs and it sounded like Alan had things under control, so he decided to drop the subject when the lawyer left and asked Charles about breakfast instead.<br/><br/>He could see the Dom was annoyed by the sudden news, but how was Charles meant to know about everything that was happening? The comment about Hunter did draw a small smile from him, but he didn't want all this tension hanging around then today.<br/><br/>"Charles... it's a simple fix. I''ll add more cameras outside and set up a control room for someone to monitor with a change of shifts. We didn't hear anything and it was probably nothing. Alan's just trying to get under your skin and you're letting him. I'm only paying him until all this is over with" he said picking up his fork and twiddling with it until his food arrived. But he couldn't help thinking about what the lawyer had said either. What had happened last night?<br/><br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Evan had been busted yet again. Normally he could come in and out of places with the stealth of a cat. But these past two days had been a real kick in the teeth. The client had came to his house for his package and Evan had handed it over. The client had given him all the correct information and passcode a along with the address, but it had turned out to be a set up and the cops had been quick to respond and capture him.<br/><br/>Now Evan was sitting in a bland room with a two sided mirror getting a stupid interrogation from a cop with a clipboard. The same questions followed...<br/><br/>"Where did you get the package. Who was the client. When was it delivered... What was inside it?"<br/><br/>But Evan knew none of the answers anyway. That wasn't how his business ran and there was no way he could afford a lawyer... The cops had been itching to catch him in the act for years, and he'd finally fallen right into their trap. He bet they knew what was in the package. Depending on how much they were willing to pay his client, he'd probably opened the package in front of them. It was all about money in these parts... Loyalty meant fuck all nowadays. Anyone could deliver...