Howard’s POV
I dialed Garett’s number, issuing a direct order,
"Find someone to investigate where Isabella was five years ago."
Gary lazily picked up the phone, but before his response could register, a cold busy tone echoed from the other end.
The person willing to harm themselves to frame another might be capable of even more sinister deeds. I was well aware that the connection between us originated from a life-saving favor. If not for this debt, our paths would likely never have crossed.
This vulnerability was my Achilles' heel, a fact Isabella exploited adeptly, manipulating me through the leverage of my indebtedness to her. Recent events hinted at hidden secrets beneath the surface of this matter.
Arranging the clothes beside the pillow, I found myself entranced by the faint yet
