(Dorian’s POV)
Morgan.
The name sits on my tongue like poison.
Morgan.
I stare at the file in my hands, reading the same paragraph for the third time. My private investigator doesn't make mistakes. If he says Morgan's connected to this, then Morgan's connected to this.
The question is how.
And who the hell is this Morgan?
I close the file and lean back in my office chair, rubbing my temples. It's been four days since I last spoke to Jasper. Four days of watching Scarlett through security footage, making sure she's safe. Four days of forcing myself not to think of the image of her kissing her ex.
Four days…
My phone buzzes. A text from my lead security guy: "Target leaving hospital. En route to apartment."
Good. Scarlett’s going home. That means I have time to talk to Blake withou
