MICHEAL'S POV
My phone buzzed on the desk just as I finished signing off on a final report from the marketing team. I barely glanced at the screen before I saw the name: Connor—A private investigator.
I answered immediately. “Talk to me.”
Connor didn't waste time. “We've got sight of Ryan. He's been moving between hotels for the past two weeks, never staying in one place more than a day or two. But he's in the city now. He checked just into another hotel last night.”
I sat forward, eyes narrowing. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I've sent you the location, full profile and surveillance images.”
My phone buzzed again with a message as he spoke. I opened it and there he was—Ryan. Same smug face, slightly grown-out beards, trying to look like someone new. It made my blood boil.
“How long
