Hunter's POV

I was in the kitchen making eggs when my phone rang. Morrison's name flashed on the screen, and my stomach tightened. Grace was still asleep upstairs, and I wanted to keep it that way, at least until I knew what this call was about.

"Morrison," I answered, keeping my voice low.

"Mr. Sinclair, I'm calling to let you know we've just arrested Margo Wilson."

I paused, setting down the spatula. "When?"

"About an hour ago. She's being processed now. Thought you and Mrs. Sinclair ...