Jolie POV

I wake to find Ryder already dressed, standing at the window with his phone pressed to his ear.

"I don't care what it costs." His voice is tight. "I want everything you can find on Celeste Whitmore and her family. Everything."

I sit up, and he glances over. He holds up one finger—just a minute.

"Medical records if you can get them." He continues. "School transcripts, psychological evaluations, anything that explains why a twenty-five-year-old woman has never shown emotion in ...