Celeste’s mind was reeling from the chilling message and the live feed of her housekeeper Mia receiving an envelope at her front door.
The threat from Richard Calloway was no longer a distant specter, it had infiltrated her sanctuary.
Determined not to let fear take over, she knew the next step was critical.
Damien, meanwhile, had already initiated his investigation. Over the past hour, he had pored over security logs and coordinated with Nolan to trace every digital footprint linked to the intrusions. His steely eyes fixed on the data streaming across his office screen as he mulled over the implications.
“Celeste, I’ve been tracking the investigator’s activity,” Damien said, his voice low and measured as he leaned against the mahogany desk.
“Our systems show that the account used
