Winter breathed a sigh of relief as she managed to slip out of Kalix's office just in time. The sudden phone call had kept him occupied, and she seized the opportunity to sneak away before he could make her spill the truth.
It wasn't that Winter intended to keep it from Kalix forever, but she couldn't ignore Rita's request—it intrigued her more than she wanted to admit.
Moving swiftly toward her desk, she buried herself in work, pushing aside the lingering tension.
Meanwhile, inside Kalix's office, Stanley's call held his attention. He clenched his jaw, watching Winter slip away, but the information he received instantly shifted his focus.
"The driver who hit Mr. Bryson's car has been found," Stanley informed him, his breath uneven over the line.
Kalix's brows furrowed. The strain in Stanley's voice didn't go unnoticed.
"Get him to the base," Kalix ordered. "And tend to your wounds—I don't want anyone blaming me for the blood you lose."
