I frowned at the phone.

Alexander was calling me, why?

My finger hovered over the green button for a moment before I swiped to answer. "Hello?"

"Evie." His voice was sharp, businesslike. The warmth from our earlier conversation had evaporated completely. "We need to talk."

I shifted on the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. The laptop was still warm against my legs, Victor Langston's corporate headshot frozen on the screen. "About what?"

"About your little investigation. You need to ...