CASSIAN
My brow furrowed. Noah? Why would he be calling me? We were done. I'd pushed him away for his own safety, and he'd chosen the glittering, safe world of Alex Hendrix.
For him to call me four times, especially tonight, was wrong.
I was about to dial his number when the phone vibrated in my hand. It wasn't Noah. It was Reid.
"What's up?" I answered, my voice still tight from the adrenaline.
"That thing you asked me to dig into? About Alex Hendrix?" Reid's voice was uncharacteristically grim. "Yeah I finally found something, Cassian. Something buried deep. I had to get help for this one."
I walked toward my car, signaling my driver to stay back. "Tell me."
"It's not just one thing," Reid said. "It's a pattern. I found a police report from three years ago. A woman claimed Hendrix drugged and raped her at a private party.
