"Information first," Alderman says. "We need to know exactly what we're dealing with. Court documents, financial records, the specifics of any restraining orders. Then we can develop a strategy that won't put you, or this woman, in legal jeopardy."
I rub my forehead, trying to think clearly through the fog of anger and fear. "Okay. Information. I can get that."
"Let me be very clear, Axel. Do not approach this man directly. Do not threaten him. Do not offer him money. Any of those actions could make the situation worse for everyone involved."
"I get it," I snap, though part of me is still fantasizing about introducing Elliot's face to my fist. "But I need to do something. He's threatening to take her daughter. He's been stalking her, taking pictures of them."
Alderman sighs. "That's concerning, certainly. Have the police been notified?"
"They're on their way now, I think. But I don't know if that will be enough."
"It's a start. Documentation is crucial in these cases."
I think of the envelope still clutched in Sadie's hand, the photo with its menacing red message. At least that's evidence now, not hidden in my jacket pocket.
"I need more," I say firmly. "I need to know everything about this guy, his weaknesses, his vulnerabilities, anything we can use against him."
"That sounds like you're requesting surveillance," Alderman says carefully.
"Call it what you want. I need leverage."
There's a long pause. "Axel, I understand you're upset—but what you're suggesting?—"
"I'm not suggesting anything illegal," I interrupt. "Just information gathering. Background research."
"Even so, I must caution you against direct involvement in this matter. The potential for complicating her legal position?—"
"Cut the lawyer speak," I snap. "Can you connect me with someone who can get this information or not?"
Another pause, longer this time. "I have contacts who specialize in… discreet information gathering. But I strongly advise?—"
"I don't want your advice right now. I want that contact."
"Axel—"
"Do I need to remind you who signs your checks?" The words taste bitter on my tongue, but I'm desperate. "The Slade family has been very good to your firm for three generations."
The silence that follows is heavy with disapproval. "That's beneath you, Axel."
He's right, and I know it. I close my eyes, ashamed of stooping to threats. "I'm sorry. That was out of line. But please, I need help. She needs help."
"I understand." His voice softens slightly. "I'll text you the contact information for Michael Reeves. He's… thorough. And discreet. But Axel, promise me you won't do anything rash."
"I promise," I say, though I'm not entirely sure I can keep it. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," he says grimly. "And for what it's worth, I hope this woman appreciates what you're risking for her."
The call ends, and I stare at my phone, waiting for the text. I don't know if Sadie will ever appreciate anything I do again. I don't know if she'll ever trust me, ever let me near her or Poppy. But that doesn't change what I have to do.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text. Michael Reeves, along with a phone number and a brief note from Alderman: "Expensive but worth it. Cash only. No paper trail."
I don't hesitate, dialing immediately. The phone rings three times before a gruff voice answers.
"Yeah?"
"Michael Reeves?" I ask, straightening in my seat.
"Who's asking?"
