A storm was brewing in Jayrodale. For Lauren's sake, Andrew knew he could no longer stay confined to this city—he had to extend his reach into Blumedale.

Leaving Moonlit Apothecary, he sent a message to Dylan and Natasha, instructing them to meet him in West Side. He needed to strengthen their abilities if they were going to handle the changes ahead.

On the drive, his phone rang—Donald was calling.

"Mr. Lloyd, I hate to say this, but I failed. I couldn't bring Michael to justice."

There was frustration in Donald's voice, thick with unwillingness to accept defeat.

Andrew remained calm. "No need to be discouraged, Mr. Warren. Tell me exactly what happened."

Donald's tone hardened with anger. "The order came directly from Mr. Thatcher. He commanded Michael's unconditional release. I was furious and demanded to know why, but all Mr. Thatcher said was that Michael had people backing him from above.

"I've dealt with plenty of criminals trying to pull strings before, but in the