Lena's POV
Abel came to find me on a Friday morning with a folder and no particular expression on his face.
This was how I'd learned to tell when something was serious.
When Abel had something entertaining to deliver he arrived with energy, the forward momentum of a man who enjoyed having information and enjoyed giving it even more. When he had something that required care he arrived neutral. Face clear. Folder closed.
Waiting to see how I'd receive it before deciding how to give it.
I closed my laptop.
"Sit down," I said.
He sat.
He opened the folder.
Aiden had hired a private investigator three weeks ago.
The PI's name was Carl Reeves. Mid-level, competent, the kind of professional who specialized in corporate and personal surveillance and had built a steady practice doing it
