He ended the call, his hand slipping the phone back into his pocket, and stood there for a moment longer.
Then, his gaze shifted back inside, through the glass door. Bella was curled on the bed with her plushies, her face half-hidden as if she was sulking or hiding how red her cheeks still were.
Leo chuckled under his breath, but his expression stayed hard as he stepped out of his room.
"Sir," Jeffrey's eager voice came through, a little breathless. "I've been studying the pattern. Just a few more days, and I'll get you the IP address of that hacker." His tone was laced with excitement, as though he was chasing a prize he could almost taste.
Leo's lips curved faintly, his storm-gray eyes narrowing on the city lights below. "Good," he said, his voice low but charged with anticipation. The idea of finally cornering that hacker—this mysterious ghost who had slipped through all his nets—sent a thrill through him.
