Target knows someone is reviewing him.

A second message flashed: Proximity alert. Breach at your primary residence. Silent alarm tripped two minutes ago.

My blood ran cold. The timing was too perfect. This wasn’t just a bad date — it was an alibi. Adrian was keeping me pinned here while someone tore my apartment apart.

I looked across the table at the decorated officer, his smirk still firmly in place. I needed to leave without tipping my hand.

Then his phone buzzed again. He glanced at it, and the color drained from his face. He stood abruptly, throwing his napkin down. “Excuse me. I have to take this.

Stay here.”