CLINT’s POV

I struggled to digest the words Keira had spilt to my face. I gazed at her for seconds and minutes as I desperately tried to grasp this new information that had been poured out to me. It felt like I had been slapped right in the face, and there was no way for me to recover.

"What the hell did you just say? You want to get a private investigator?"

Keira picked up her glass filled with wine and took a sip out of it while maintaining fierce eye contact with me.

"It is just as ...