Bradley stood several feet away. The polished man from the bakery was gone. His coat was wrinkled. His hair hung over bloodshot eyes, and desperation had carved deep lines into his face.

Chloe’s guards immediately moved closer.

“Bradley, you need to leave.”

“I knew it was you.” His gaze dropped to the unmistakable curve beneath her coat. “You had someone investigate me. You destroyed everything.”

“The investigators found what you did.”

“I made adjustments. Everyone does it.”