He used to think of her as just another reporter, nothing special. If he wanted her gone, all it would take was a phone call. He wouldn’t even need to lift a finger himself.
But now he knew she was Franco’s wife.
That was a game changer.
He remembered when Franco had been in the military, working undercover at the border. He’d lost too many good men because of him. He’d been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to settle that old score. They say even the best men have a weakness for a beautiful woman, and Franco was no exception.
But which one was it—his wife or his ex, Laura?
He found himself actually looking forward to finding out.
As he flipped through Petty’s background, he saw she was more than just Franco’s wife. She had real star power, the kind that made people take notice. Even her professional record looked impressive, practically the best in her field.
Finally, his eyes landed on the names of Petty’s parents.
Father: Gavin.
Abbot took a slow drag from his cigarette, letting out the smoke in a long breath. The cloud cleared little by little in front of his eyes. That’s when a sudden smile tugged at his lips.
So, Petty was Gavin’s daughter.
…
After she left the White Estate, Petty headed straight to the TV station. The moment she stepped out of her car, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that someone was watching her. With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
She'd become extra sensitive after everything she’d been through—the kidnapping, the car chases, all the danger. She just chalked it up to survival instinct. She wasn’t ready to die.
But as soon as she walked inside the lobby, that strange feeling faded.
When her shift ended, Malcom still hadn’t texted her back.
Petty didn’t wait; she went to the gym by herself.



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