Phoebe's POV
The moment I got home, I rushed straight to the bathroom. Instead of hopping into the shower right away, I pulled out my phone, connected to a secure network, and called a hidden number. The person picked up almost instantly, their voice tinged with excitement. "Miss Hale."
"Ajax, got any news on those targets?" My tone turned ice-cold—completely different from how I spoke with Harold. But Ajax and his crew knew this voice well. This was the real me.
"Sorry, Miss. By the time we got there, someone must've warned them. They'd already cleared out. The lab was gutted—just old junk left behind, nothing we could use," Ajax reported. I rarely gave him direct orders, so coming back empty-handed clearly ate at him more than it bothered me.
I gave a brief acknowledgment without saying much.
Not surprising, really. "Got it. Keep looking and update me if anything turns up."
"Understood," Ajax confirmed.
