Marco's POV
“I need names.”
Giving a direct command, with a voice as lethal as poison, I groaned in the phone to the private investigator, Ramson.
It was barely twenty-four hours since I handed the case in his custody, but it felt like days. I knew he needed time to pull it off, but I didn't have that luxury.
“I will give you all of it shortly.” He found a way around the brewing tension.
I hissed through gritted teeth, my jaws clenched in a fit of rage. I wasn't having that.
Sitting quietly in the car, which was parked by the estate gate, I drummed my fingers on the dashboard, running wild with thoughts.
The thick hoodie couldn't protect me from the gritty jaws of the cold weather as it ate me deep.
“How long do you need?”
“Uh…” he clicked his tongue. “It's quite a dicey p
