Poppy rested a hand on his forearm to soothe him, her brow furrowed. "Mr. Craw, please just calm down. We can take you to see Owen."
The agent frowned, but said nothing more and Poppy led Francis away. "Are you okay?" she asked once they were out of earshot.
She fell silent as they entered Owen's office. He looked up at them, one brow raised. "Back so soon?"
He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "They did, huh? I knew this one was risky, but I didn't think she'd have the guts. The bodyguards got you out, then?"