Lucian
The next eighteen hours were a blur of preparation, phone calls, and strategic planning. I'd moved Lexi to a safe house, one of several properties I kept for situations exactly like this while Marcus and I worked on identifying our mysterious friend.
The breakthrough came at noon.
"Boss," Rodriguez called, his voice tight with excitement. "I found something. The phone number sending those texts? It's registered to a shell company. And guess who's the silent partner in that shell company?"
"Tell me."
"Frank Moore."
I felt the pieces clicking into place. "Lexi's boss."
"Gets better. Moore's been in financial trouble for months. His magazine's hemorrhaging money, and he's got gambling debts up to his eyeballs. Sound familiar?"
It did. "He's in debt to the same people Lexi owes
