Naomi’s POV
We want Raymond.
The words flashed back at me from the screen, it was sharp enough to cut air.
I froze, My heart was beating so loudly I could barely hear anything else. Across the room, Raymond stood motionless, his jaw clenched, shoulders drawn tight like a bow.
“This just got personal,” he said.
“No,” I corrected, voice hoarse. “It’s been personal since the beginning.”
He paced the room, hands buried deep in his hair. I could feel his mind spinning, planning, calculating.
“We can’t go to the police,” I said. “If they know Miranda’s involved, she’s as good as bait.”
“They already have Betty,” he muttered. “And if they’re asking for me…”
“They know we’re married. This has to be about more than money now.”
Raymond stopped pacing. “It’s leverage.”
My brows pulled tog
