Chapter 4

Ten minutes after Blaire read my message about the apartment and the Porsche, she called me.

“Sloane, we need to meet.”

She was not pretending to be drunk anymore.

“There are things Callum will never tell you.”

“Send me the address.”

An hour later, I met her on the terrace of a hotel in Beverly Hills.

Blaire wore dark sunglasses.

The coffee in front of her had not been touched.

The moment I sat down, she pushed her phone across the table.

On the screen was a photo of Callum asleep.

It had not been taken in a hotel.

It…