Chapter 66. There’s No Room for Mistakes

Max’s POV

My ringtone diverted my attention from the files I was reading. I checked to see that it was a private investigator calling.

Though the company and the department store have been peaceful since I released the article defending C & A and later cutting them off, I still couldn’t let the culprit who planned everything go scot free.

I answered the call. “Did you find anything?” I went straight to the point.

“I’ve got a lead on the driver,” He said over the phone. “I just need a little more time to put it all together and have strong evidence against him. I’ll come to New York when I have everything arranged.”

“Good,” I said to him, my own voice flat and dead, but relief was already piling up within me. “I want undeniable evidence. There’s no room for mistakes.”

“I’ve got this, just trust me like you always do.”

I hung up the phone and rested my back in my chair. At last, maybe I’d learn the name of the son of a bitch who har