"It was nothing," Antalya said quickly, her hands moving nervously as she tried to look casual. "Just... just someone asking about the women's hockey team."

I could smell the lie on her. The way she shifted her weight, the way her eyes darted away from mine, the slight tremor in her voice - everything about her body language screamed deception.

"A hockey team that calls this late at night?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral even though suspicion was eating at me.

"They have practice ...