Page 19 of Nico

I pulled up the signal data and tried to narrow down its location, but the signal was masked well enough that I couldn't get a precise fix.

“It's close,” I said. “But I can't pinpoint it yet.”

“How close?”

“I don't know.”

Isaac's jaw tightened. “Then find out.”

I was trying. I switched between the feeds covering the outer perimeter, scanning for anything unusual. Then something caught my eye. A tiny dark shape flashed across one of the screens.

I tried to get a clearer view, but the angle was useless. There wasn't a direct camera covering that section. I pulled up two of the more distant feeds instead, looking for an angle that overlapped with the area.

One caught the back of the stunt site while the other covered part of the service road. Neither gave me a clear view, but together they were enough to narrow it down.

I zoomed in. The image became grainy, but there was enough. A tiny black speck hovered near the edge of the frame.

“There. Behind the stunt area. I think it's close to the equipment storage⁠—”

Movement caught my eye.

“What the hell? There's someone there.”

Isaac followed my gaze.

A man had slipped through a gap in the outer fencing and was making his way toward the stunt area. A camera hung from his neck, and a bag was slung over one shoulder.

Isaac was already moving. “Where?”

“Same area. Back of the stunt site.”

“Is Logan there?”

“Yes.”

Isaac turned and strode out of the trailer.

I pulled up the signal controls and worked to disrupt the drone's connection, my fingers moving quickly across the keyboard as the interference intensified.

The distant camera feed in the corner of my screen flickered with it.

The image was blurred by distance and digital noise, but I could still make out what was happening. Isaac had reached the fence, and the paparazzo was trying to get away.

Isaac intercepted him before he could get far, and even through the blurry feed, the difference in their size was obvious.

The paparazzo fought wildly, managing to land a few blows before Isaac finally grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. Then I saw the blood.

A red mark ran along the side of Isaac's head, with another scrape visible on his forearm. My wolf surged forward with a rush of anger so sudden and fierce that it took me a moment to understand what I was feeling.

What the hell was Isaac doing? Why hadn't he waited for backup?

There was security all over this damn set. He could have called someone. I could have called someone. Fiona could have called someone.

Instead, he'd thrown himself between the intruder and the people he was protecting without a second thought. My wolf snarled. Reckless.

“Come on,” I muttered, forcing my attention back to the screen.

The drone was still transmitting, so I pushed the interference higher until it jerked erratically in the air. “Got you.”