Chapter 19
Caleb’s POV
I met the stranger on Monday evening.
After the first anonymous text on Saturday, two more messages had followed. They were short and carefully written, revealing just enough information to keep my attention while staying frustratingly vague.
The sender claimed to know who had been systematically damaging my business relationships ever since Nora left. According to them, Nora was not acting alone. Other people were involved. People close to me. People I trusted.
By Monday afternoon, curiosity had started outweighing caution. We agreed to meet at a quiet bar tucked into the business district, the kind of place where executives drank expensive whiskey while pretending they were not discussing million-dollar decisions over dinner.
I arrived twenty minutes early
