Crossing the Line

Declan

I pulled out my phone, fingers hovering over the screen. I could call Zane right now, have him investigate. Find out everything about Avery's life in Connecticut within hours.

But that felt wrong somehow. Invasive in a way that even I couldn't justify.

I pocketed the phone and headed to my car instead. The Aston Martin gleamed in the morning light, all sleek lines and expensive engineering.