Later that day, Faye’s phone rang. The name on the screen showed Hunter. She hesitated but answered.

“Hello?” she said.

Hunter’s voice came through, calm but sharp. “Why have you refused to meet with me?”

Faye tightened her grip on the phone. “Well… if what you’re going to tell me is about Philip, I prefer to hear it from him.”

There was a pause on the line. Then Hunter spoke again. “Philip called me after that night. I set a meeting for us to meet.”

Faye’s heart thumped. “And?”

“He told me not to tell you about it,” Hunter said slowly. “He didn’t want you to know.”

Faye frowned. “Not...