Lara-Jean's POV
The renovations at my parents' house begin on a Tuesday.
I'm not there—work keeps me at Kavinsky International. But Peter's project manager sends photos every hour. Walls coming down. Floors being replaced. The house slowly transforming.
At 2 PM, a photo stops me cold.
It's my old bedroom. The wall has been opened. And inside, nestled between the studs, is a metal box.
I call Peter immediately. "There's something in the wall."
"I saw the photo. I'll send someone to retrieve it."
"No. I need to go. Now."
Peter's POV
Victor's investigator is good. Better than most.
I know because my security team flagged him the moment he started asking questions. Former FBI, now freelance. Hired three days ago, cash payment, untraceable.
He's digging into Lara-Jean's past. Her aun
