POV: Ava
The burner phone hit the wall before Ava even fully woke up.
She jolted upright on the motel bed, heart slamming against her ribs, eyes wild. Leo was already on his feet, pacing, another phone pressed to his ear. His jaw was tight. His eyes were the coldest she had ever seen them.
"What do you mean the shell company flagged?" he said into the phone. His voice was low, but it had that razor edge she had learned to fear. Not because it was aimed at her. But because it meant something was very, very wrong. "Fix it. You have four hours." He hung up.
Ava pulled her knees to her chest. "What happened?"
"The cash trail for the resort booking. Someone found a thread." He didn't look at her. He was already typing furiously on the laptop. "The cabin plan is dead. We can't go there anymore."
She felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. "So we have nowhere to go."
"We have here. For now."
