Elle’s POV
I sat on the couch that evening with my phone in one hand and the picture of the car plate open on the screen. The numbers burned into my head.
Something about them bothered me. Something familiar.
I zoomed in again and again, trying to see what my brain already knew but didn’t want to accept.
Then it hit me.
I pulled up Ray’s old police records…Yes, I still had them saved. A leftover from my Layla days, back when I was foolish enough to believe Victoria kept honest friends.
There it was.
Same plate.
Same car.
Same man.
My stomach dropped.
“Ray,” I whispered. “Why the hell are you back?”
He was the last person I wanted near my life. Near my daughter.
Ray wasn’t like Javier. Javier was a coward.
Ray was smart. Sharp. Fast.
A real hit man with a conscience so twiste
