Lila’s Pov
The memory of Sienna's face at the bar gnawed at me. Her forced smile, the way her eyes darted away when she thought I wasn't looking. She was hurting. I saw it. She pretended the sight of Daniel and his little harem meant nothing, but her sudden quietness screamed louder than any outburst. I knew my friend. She was a mess.
Back in my apartment, the silence was heavy. I kicked off my heels. My phone felt cold in my hand. Sienna needed more than a shoulder to cry on. She needed facts. She needed proof. She needed to see Evan for the poisonous snake he was.
I pulled out my phone, fingers flying. First call: Mark, my old contact in financial investigations. "Hey, Mark. Lila Dubois. Got a favor. I need everything you can dig up on an Evan Thompson. Think messy divorce, but more l
