Chapter 70. Getting an Investigator

Clint’s POV

I struggled to digest the words Keira had just spat at me. I gazed at her for several long minutes, desperately trying to grasp the information she had poured out. It felt like I’d been slapped across the face, and I wasn’t sure I could recover.

“What the hell did you just say? You want to hire a private investigator?”

Keira picked up her wine glass and took a sip, maintaining fierce eye contact with me.

“It’s just as I said. Why are you getting so worked up about it?” she asked, her tone entirely nonchalant.

I stared at her in disbelief. How could she say that with so much apathy? Did she even understand what it meant to hire a PI? It meant that whatever was happening, it was serious.

I traced my fingers around the rim of my wine glass and