Something in my chest tightened hard at that.
Michael noticed too.
His expression shifted briefly.
Guilt.
Interesting.
Trigger quietly moved toward the front windows, checking outside without interrupting.
Ranger instinct.
Same as mine.
Michael lowered his voice slightly. “Local officers already checked the property.”
Felicity went still. “And?”
Michael hesitated.
I instantly hated that hesitation.
“The package is gone. They didn’t find anything.”
Silence hit the tavern hard.
Felicity’s face lost color immediately.
“What do you mean it was gone?”
“The porch was empty when officers arrived.”
A cold feeling slid down my spine.
No package.
No delivery driver.
No explanation.
Just gone.
Felicity looked like the floor shifted beneath her feet.
“They were there,” she whispered.
Michael didn’t answer right away.
Didn’t need to.
I watched fear move across her face in real time.
Real fear.
Not panic.
Not nerves.
