Chapter 4

I stared at the notification on my phone in disbelief. 'Account access restricted.' My fingers trembled as I tried another app, then another. Every account—frozen.

'He's cutting off your resources,' Palmer said grimly, looking over my shoulder in his office. 'Classic control tactic.'

It had been three days since Hudson's threat, and he wasn't wasting time. My credit cards declined at the grocery store yesterday. This morning, a black sedan had followed me from Palmer's office to the coffee shop and back again.

'He's having me followed,' I whispered, pulling the blinds closed. 'Like I'm some kind of criminal.'

Palmer's…