Third person’s POV
Caleb stood by the wide glass window of his penthouse in Manhattan, the city light reflecting off his face like scattered sparks. His suitcase lay open on the bed behind him, half- packed. His jaw was set.
His movements were sharp and controlled, the way a man moves when he’s fighting the urge to panic.
He dialed his private investigator.
“Sir,” the man answered almost immediately.
“I’ll be out of America in a few days,” Caleb said, slipping a file into his suitcase. “But continue with everything we discussed, no delay. And I want reports sent to me the minute you uncover anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And listen…” Caleb paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “If anything is linked to Ava… I want to know immediately.”
“Understood sir”
Caleb dropped the ca
