Harold's POV
Word spread fast about Phoebe taking Joe. I got back just before lunch.
The villa was empty—Phoebe had already left.
She'd gone back to Starbrook Estate by herself.
Johnson approached, wiping blood off his hands. "After we grabbed Joe this morning, the Ellis turned on each other. Spilled everything. Phoebe heard it all..."
He let out a heavy breath, accepting the cigarette I held out. "She's been through hell. So young, but for years... Christ, most people couldn't survive half of what she has."
Smoke curled from Johnson's lips, veiling the emotion in his eyes. "You remember that massive blast at Heather's underground black market years back?"
I nodded, the unlit cigarette spinning between my fingers. "I was there when it happened."
"Holy shit!"
I motioned for him to keep talking, my gaze distant.
