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I shot him a glare."He's an ass, not an idiot.If he wanted someone dead, he wouldn't leave a trail that could be followed from space."

"Fair."Zane cracked his knuckles and pulled up a dozen screens on his monitors."Alright, let's see who's playing puppet master."His fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up industry databases, social media trails, and what looked like police reports.

I leaned over his shoulder."Tell me you didn't hack the LAPD."

"Relax, I just borrowed a login."He flashed me a grin."From a cop who really needs to change his password."

I groaned."We're going to jail."

"Only if we get caught."He tapped the screen."Look at this."He swung the screen in my direction."Selene's overdose was all over the news, but the tox report hasn't been released yet.And Levi's name wasn't even in the initial police report.Someone added it later."

My stomach twisted."So it's not just the media.Someone inside the investigation is manipulating this."

Zane's expression turned grim."This isn't just a smear campaign, Kris.This is a takedown."

A chill skated down my spine.Levi wasn't just fighting a scandal.He was being hunted.

And if we weren't careful, we'd end up in the crosshairs too.

Chapter 2

LEVI

I hadn't stopped pacing since last night.With each breath, my wolf clawed at my insides, a relentless reminder of the woman currently occupying my study.Her honey citrus scent clung stubbornly to the air, mingling with the leather and whiskey of my home.It shouldn't have been this distracting, but it was.She was marking my den as hers.

Mate, the beast insisted, like a hammer to my skull.

I ignored it.I'd spent decades locking my instincts in a cage, and this was no different.A Hollywood empire didn't get built by giving in to each primal urge.Krista Fortune was a crisis manager, not a miracle worker.The sooner she realized she couldn't fix this mess, the sooner she'd leave.

Garrett's boots thudded against the hardwood as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed."Detectives are here.They're not leaving without you this time."

After ten years of being the head of my security, this was the first time I had seen Garrett this close to snapping at human law enforcement.I exhaled through my teeth, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension.The movement did nothing to loosen the knot between them.Nothing ever did.My legal team had been stalling for days, but cops with a warrant weren't a suggestion.

"Fine."

The interrogation room reeked of stale coffee and bad intentions.Detective Moreno, a wiry man with a permanent sneer, slapped a folder on the table between us hard enough to make my lawyer flinch."Let's try this again, Mr.Storm.You and Selene Reyes had a fight the day she died.Multiple witnesses place you arguing on set."

I leaned back, letting the chair creak under my weight like a warning "We disagreed on a scene.That's called acting."

Moreno's pen tapped against his notepad.Tap.Tap.Tap."Funny.Because according to her text messages, you were a controlling bastard who couldn't take no for an answer."

Alan, my lawyer, stiffened."Those texts were taken out of context."

"And this?"Moreno flicked a photo toward me.It was a grainy still from security footage of my Range Rover outside Selene's apartment.The timestamp read 2:37 AM, three hours after I'd been alone in my own home, nursing a whiskey and staring at a script I couldn't focus on.

Ice ran down my spine.I'd never been there.That wasn't my car.The plates were one digit off.

"Explain this, then."

"That's clearly doctored," Alan retorted.

"Or maybe, your client's tired of pretending he's not a monster," Moreno snarled.

I smirked."If I wanted someone dead, Detective, you'd need dental records to ID the body."

Moreno's grin flattened.Good.Let him wonder if it was a joke.

When I arrived home, I found Krista in the living room, pacing like a caged tiger in those ridiculous heels.Zane slumped on the sofa with his laptop balanced on his knees, typing with the frantic energy of a man who knew caffeine alone wouldn't save him.

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