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Ihave information about Sloan.

My pulse kicks.

My phone buzzes beside my laptop the following afternoon.

Unknown number.

I type back.

Who is this?

Three dots appear.

Former employee. Worked acquisitions. Sloan doesn’t buy properties. He scares people until they sell them.

I look toward the front door.

Caleb won’t be back for at least another hour.

What’s your name?

The reply comes immediately.

Daniel Price. Google me.

I do.

Richard Sloan’s company website still has an old press release announcing Daniel Price as regional acquisitions manager four years ago.

My heart pounds harder.

Why contact me?

Because you’re asking questions and he’s getting nervous. I kept records. Emails. Payments. Names. Everything.

I sit back.

This is it.

Not rumors.

Not suspicious coincidences.

Proof.

My phone buzzes again.

I won’t send electronically. Meet me.

I hesitate.

Every warning Caleb has given me flashes through my head.

Don’t go anywhere alone.

Tell me where you’re going.

Sloan isn’t finished.