Dante’s POV
I hadn’t expected the biker to be the private investigator Clarissa kept mentioning, and I definitely hadn’t expected him to walk into my office like he owned the place but I loved his confidence. He was the same guy who had dragged her out of an alley the night she’d been followed. When I told Reed about needing someone to protect Classira, he had mentioned him. Now he shook my hand with a grip like iron and said, “Name’s Hale. Let’s catch your ghost.”
He and the cybersecurity specialist, some quiet genius named Rios, spread out in my conference room like they’d lived there for years. Together, we drafted the plan: a fake financial transfer, large enough to tempt anyone who thought they were clever, but structured to be impossible to resist tracking. All we needed was timing
