"What do you want, Ronan?"

His laugh snaked through the phone. "Straight to business. I always admired that about you. No pretense."

I gripped the phone tighter, every muscle in my body coiled with rage. "I asked you a question."

"The evidence against your girlfriend is airtight. You know that, right? The drugs, the DNA, the gun she helpfully touched." He paused, soaking in the silence. "Almost poetic how neatly it lined up."

My jaw ticked. "How do you know that?"

"Oh, Lucien..." He dragged ...