Raven Blackwood’s POV:

“Sir, there is a problem,” Eliot’s voice came through the speaker as soon as I picked up the call.

“What happened?” I asked, keeping my voice low, as I watched Valerie take a seat by the pool.

“It’s about Elvis. He is at the bar. He doesn’t look right to me,” Eliot’s troubled voice came.

“Fine. Keep your eyes on him,” I said and ended the call.

“Wife,” I walked to Valerie, “I have some urgent work to complete. Don’t stay out for ...