~ Evan ~
I told myself I’d stay out of it.
I lasted exactly three weeks.
Becca meets me at a quiet café near the marina. Neutral ground. No Hale name hanging over the door.
She sits across from me like she already knows why I asked to see her.
“You look concerned,” she says.
“I am.”
“For yourself or for me?”
“For you.”
She studies me carefully.
“That’s new.”
“No,” I say. “It’s overdue.”
I lean forward.
“He’s digging.”
Her fingers still around her coffee cup.
“How deep?” she asks
“Background checks. Old addresses. Cross-referencing timelines.”
She nods slowly.
“I expected that.”
“You should be worried.”
“I am.”
“You don’t look it.”
“I don’t look like a lot of things.”
That lands heavier than she intended.
“He’s not guessing anymore,” I continue. “He’s narrowing.”
Si
